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Our exile revealed
House trauma in the background
A close friend drops by

Routine steps aside
Directs us to the backyard
A fall night mirage

After steam and smoke
Cool air drifts atop a breeze
Summer’s atonement

If I sense the tide
Life is starting to slow down
Or faking a break

Earlier bands slayed
Monotone headliner snoozed
Early night for us

An unplanned visit
Where waggery emerges
Afternoon of words

While the weekend waits
The workday puts up blockers
Trusty clock chimed five

Smokey air danger
President’s public meltdown
The stars having fun

Why not add some smoke
To a sultry summer week?
Like a witch’s brew

If life is a script
Swift jump to absurdity
Revision, per chance?