07 May 2011

Back porch, 11:52 pm, May 7th, 2011

Inside, the Xbox is cooing like a mechanical dove, while faraway road noise laps like ocean waves.  Two--make it three--train whistles.  One dog barking, and another snuffling around the patio.  Muffled conversations.  The reassuring tiny clicks of the keyboard, and the finality of this last period.

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