Towers loom
by Patrick T. Reardon
Loop towers loom behind their
gleam, and I can take you to the
parking lot just off Dearborn
Street where the Mayor and
reporters went down into
unflooded freight tunnels
(although that lot is likely gone
now, 26 years later).
Alex and I drove south to north
from city border to city border
through alleys of Chicago, world
alley capital. I saw a garage sale
chair and came back later to buy.
If you walk under the Loop and
follow the tracks west down Lake
Street — the soldierly tromp of
steel frames to oblivion — you
follow my brother’s walk as a
twelve-year-old through a Sunday
summer afternoon (through black
hot neighborhoods where young
men and old, grandmothers and
skip-ropers saw him as a gray
-dungareed shaman, magic blond
boy), up back stairs, to the
Leamington second floor, 52
years before self-murder.
Younger, he and I crawled
around the new-poured
foundation of a Washington
Boulevard building, so muddy
and our bikes, we had to walk
them home to the double-
spanking for the double of us
by Dad, on the porch, then
after the bath in bed.
Up Western from 79th Street, I
drove to Chicago (800 north)
and turned left, out to the
reporter job in Austin. A
right turn, and, in a mile,
Ashland, where, thirty
years later, I walked with
Sandra the grit Chicago that
abraded her out to the
southwest and Mexico and
back southwest again, talking
of the dust on medical
implements in the drug store
window, dowdy Rexall, and,
a decade later, my son and
his wife live there in a duplex
with two fireplaces and never
saw the Rexall, gone now.
They can walk to work in
the Loop in looming towers.
Patrick T. Reardon is the author of eight books, including “Requiem for David,” a poetry collection from Silver Birch Press, and “Faith Stripped to Its Essence,” a literary-religious analysis of Shusaku Endo's novel Silence. Reardon, a former reporter with the Chicago Tribune, has had poetry published by Silver Birch Press, Cold Noon, Eclectica, Esthetic Apostle, Ground Fresh Thursday, Literary Orphans, Rhino, Spank the Carp, Time for Singing, Tipton Poetry Journal, Under a Warm Green Linden and The Write City. His poems have been nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2016 and 2017. His novella Babe was short-listed by Stewart O’Nan for the annual Faulkner-Wisdom Contest of the Faulkner Society. His Pump Don't Work blog can be found at http://www.patricktreardon.com/blog/.
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