2 1/2 glasses
of jack over
ice
miles on
the cd
an open window
the sound of rain
ceiling fan
spins--
a soft hum
from above
ice cubes
clink as
i sip
breath deep--
from the diaphram
close my eyes
i sit in my father's
old office &
mourn to
myself
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I can smell it.
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