The Quietest Fourth of July Ever
Last night was the quietest Fourth of July can I remember. There were no sonic booms or bangs or bashes or even bops.
Last night was the quietest Fourth of July can I remember. There were no sonic booms or bangs or bashes or even bops.
The last we heard of him was a picture postcard from Mazatlan, on the Pacific coast of Mexico, containing a message of two words: “Hello — Goodbye!” and no address.
by Steve Gaines
once more July!
and the oven of my birth
forty-seven years ago
repeated
the ghost of every Summer in between
suspended on the walls of my mind
inside my head
a cast off clutter of soft memories
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