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The Great Wheel

The city rises like

spikes on a polygraph,

steel, granite, concrete

piercing gray

clouds like needles.

Far below, spokes

in the American wheel

bustle, bundled in black

wool long coats, green striped

scarves and leather gloves,

braced against cutting

wind, blowing flags to

attention along

Michigan Avenue.

Money pours in behind

brass encased doors with

etched glass. Coffee,

dinner, entertainment,

drinks, daily prices

of a Million Dollar Mile.

Sacrificing the future

for the present, the

spokes strain to turn

the wheel, terrified of

being crushed or left

behind by the master

they have created.


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