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Now That Shirt Is Bittersweet

Now that shirt is bittersweet
the president sweeps the globe
there’s a chill
after days of terrible heat
“whatever you say dear” my wife
is washing the dishes
a fantasy baseball game
with my son drags on
to extra innings in Paris
the lights go out
the radio DJ gasps and dies
the haunted windows
spread their wings
the stones in the courtyard
go dark in the rain