Evening sitting on my patio I hear the hummingbirds barking again chasing each other playing their speedy games Maybe they are upset by the smoke the ever-lengthening wildfire season the smoke in the upper atmosphere allows me to stare right into the sun If I could see color if I didn’t have dumb baby eyes I could tell here of the sun’s majestic hues “You poor sonofabitch” a friend once said pointing out an airplane window at the sun’s majestic hues lost on me I puff on my cigar turn my attention to the fight Vidal vs. Aleem a middleweight bout The Tale of the Tape shows how they measure up both men tucking their fists high and tight in their pits “Look at my muscles” I say out loud
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