7/31/15

Joe’s dad knows

the moon is in Capricorn 

or something like that,

his silhouette is flickering against alley lights

as he grins

and takes a drag off a cigarette. 

I appreciate Maggie’s shake of the head,

one two three:

“That’s unfortunate,”

agreed. 

There is a guitar and a piano

and the kind of calm after sangria.

It feels good to laugh like

time stopped a few summers ago. 

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