Listening to every heart
This brought back instantly a memory of walking the Chicago streets at Christmas time...my first time ever to visit there at 18, a newlywed...I don't know why that thought came to me, perhaps it is because of the lightness from your poem...the sparkling cheer...the gift of lift that you have created...
thank you for that brief moment...
If I whisper, will you listen?...
I would rather be silent and write, than speak loudly and be bound.