Concourse (HS 126)

I’ve always felt that I could hear more languages spoken
here at Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport
than I could hear anywhere else at one time.

If I visited every airport in the world, the big ones,
I might very well find this not to be true,
but it’s always an impression I’ve held.

On any given day, here in Chicago,
all the languages of the Earth seem to sing with each other,
mingling here in the heart of America’s heartland.

All of these people from all of these backgrounds,
national, racial, religious,
coexisting in spirit, not letting words get in the way.

How wonderful it is to see all these people and their languages
rub up against each other without bursting into flame.

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Today’s word is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I’d love to read it : )

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