Full moon
Hot and
humid
Oak street and
Davis are empty
Church Street
and Maple are bare
A barefoot
old man curled up on the tiled pavement near Barnes and Noble
Laughs repeatedly
at something unknown
The
bookstore is almost crowded
Almost
The temperature
is 98 degrees
Door
opens
Cool air
I have my
keys in my hand
The only
thing I carry with me
Linden
trees stand still
No wind
I walk toward
the Lake
Fireworks
start in Wilmette
Sounds like
warzones
Smells of Gunpowder
Smells of Gunpowder
I keep
walking
Three young black men walk steadily
Two Asian
girls sip their drinks
A man and
a woman speak Russian
Full moon
No howling
in distance
Chronic silence
untreated inside me
A shadow
looks at the glistening water on the secluded shore
Moon is
full
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