motor turns over then a
trickling noise--coolant through
the coils? ah, the sweet
relief of air-conditioned
rooms that brought us in from
summer porches where we would
rock, nod at a passer-by,
reflect on the rough borders
of marigolds overgrown so
slightly, the stir in the
air a relief, the night
welcomed for the cool dark
the glass refreshed with (yet
another) splash, the closeness
of the kitchen, this tenth
ring of hell she so happily
endures, knowing that later will
come, and the fireflies, too
with their bright punctuation, placing
an end to her wordless sentence
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