I just put twenty seven
hundred dollars into the bank
he says on the phone
cheerfully.
I can hear the tilt of a bottle
the clink of ice
in a glass.
he's living large now.
eating chicken.
ordering in.
he's making long distance
calls,
and thinking about
a new pair of shoes.
his ship, though small,
and wobbly,
has come in.
Sunday, June 4, 2017
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