on the 95th

the lift swallowed us
and brought us to the 95th
where we reminisced
and saw beyond
till the sky met the earth
where the blues
kissed the whites
where buildings turned into grids
where boats became kites
up in the sky
where the river shimmered
like silver flags
flapping in the wind
where gary indiana emerged
at the end of our finger tips
where chicago appeared on my guccis
where the sun stung our eyes
and colored our cheeks
where conversations faded into noise
where words became hopes
and hopes became dreams
there on the 95th