Clark Street Bridge
Carl Sandburg
Dust of the feet
And dust of the wheels,
Wagons and people going,
All day feet and wheels.
Now…
…Only stars and mist
A lonely policeman,
Two cabaret dancers,
Stars and mist again,
No more feet or wheels,
No more dust and wagons.
Voices of dollars
And drops of blood
. . . . .
Voices of broken hearts,
…Voices singing, singing,
…Silver voices, singing,
Softer than the stars,
Softer than the mist.
