Barbra Nightingale Hollywood (Geoffrey Philp)
The 18th Chili Dog
It was summer
or the end of summer
Indian Summer has gone out of fashion.
Cancel culture and all that.
The skies at night are red and white streaked
with blue, or checkerboard
like those papers in the basket
at Boardwalk eateries.
There was a can waiting to be filled,
a blank page waiting to be inked.
It all happens so suddenly
it’s hard to take it all in.
That’s when the bell rings
ending it all.
Or is it just the beginning?
Look to the east.
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