Minor episodes come back to me
in random patchwork
that last morning in Chicago:
head out for an early walk
gather some final air
visit unfound doors. I was
over the I-90 when the drama hit
Never had a clue
about anything much
certainly not about spiders
and/or kidsmoke, but it
still sent powerful signals to my crust
The way it rose up and up
relief or resolution
mystery or mystique
before overcast deflation
then time to head back
towards Old St. Patrick's and
one last breakfast with you
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