Eleanor, Chicago 1953
I love you, telephone pole brick streets, tracks and parked, fat cars. Oh, back in the day, my drab, sweet city. Behind her, concrete arches a roof and angles to ramp a road. At her feet, Neenah cast iron covers another manhole, while her face holds the centre and calls me to traffic in black and white. She fixes me with her stare. Matthew Murrey Matthew Murrey: "My poems have appeared in various journals such as Tar River Poetry, Poetry East, and Rattle. I received an NEA Fellowship in Poetry a number of years ago, and my first book manuscript is seeking a publisher. I am a high school librarian in Urbana, Illinois where I live with my partner. We have two sons who live in the Pacific Northwest. My website is https://matthewmurrey.weebly. com/"
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