Jan 4, 2017
Disembark
O’Hare’s a smoke and I’d call it my “last,” ‘Til ‘morrow and tempest’s resort.
And
O’Hare’s near a’hum When I create my first pool, concoct tears
And
Come the wish his old soul had beckoned.
O’Hare, I remember “8” and not-so-happily, Whereafter, thenafter, thereafter; So oh well, oh swell, oh hell,
Come the wish I’d earned when you left.
And
O’Hare’s, now a eulogy over phones, Ignored sentiments and “goodbye dads.”
And
O’Hare’s still that smoke, so “good, good, and good-bye,” ‘til ‘morrow and answered granite.
- L.C.
