Friday, June 29, 2012


at 12:01 a.m., it's
eighty-two degrees
at o'hare, seventy-
seven in lake bluff,
and eighty-five in
lincoln square (hello,

summer.)  it was the kind
of day deserving of a
good ending... a cold
beer and hemingway
opened to page twenty-
five on my lap.  slowly,

i turn over the words.
the cold lager brings
relief from the heat
(a delightful way to


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