Letters to You

Windy City Girl

She's the windy city girl,
wild and free among the
rising rooftops of the
metropolis she calls home.
Her laughter is hid in
the cacophony of life
she dwells within, and
her smile reflects off
the face of every soul
that meets with her own.
No fear, no shadow,
no hint of weakness shows
in her effervescent eyes.

No hardships can bring her down;
no storm clouds pass across
the fluorescent lights shining
behind her laughing visage.
She races with the breeze,
wild and untamed,
brought low by no one.
The towers of hardships
cast shadows across her path,
but they are rendered insignificant
by her airy city charms.
She clears them effortlessly
and turns to wait on the other side.
No one can catch her,
zephyr that she is,
an elusive phantom amid
the landscape of racing cars
and rapidly beating hearts.

Even as she's grounded
in lowly corn fields,
wind pushing at her back
in cold-shocked streams,
she still will soar along
over the stalks and swaying heads—
always far ahead, too far
for troubles to ever
catch her up for long.
Windy city girl will
never slow, even in the
rural silence that blankets
her soul in darkness
and threatens to drag her down.
The city is like steel in her bones,
and courses through her blood
with the energy of a thousand suns.
It never will abandon her,
nor she it, no matter
how long she may stray
from its all-encompassing presence.

Far from home she may be,
but nothing will ever guide her
off the path set before her.
Her course is set due north,
directed to the clear skies above
like a cityscape rising above the ashes
of its former failures,
shaken, yet still whole.
Her gaze is level and clear,
pushing her high above the rest,
releasing her into the clouds
to roam forevermore.
The wind in her hair
at her back and all around,
she hangs suspended above the world,
above the city she loves—
and for now, for an age,
she is at home.

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Lowkey wrote this about my best friend in college... Sorry not sorry.