pears in the dark

Pears in the dark, sparkling limoncello

and the rumbled grumbles of the air conditioning.

One am on a summer night, alone at the kitchen table.

Nestle the cold can on the back of your neck,

feel the rhythmic flicker of the orange street light

move through your dusty shoulders, shiver;

resolve to clean your windows,

to take care of the things you have.

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