Now, as the moon of other nights mounted the arch of June, he felt the touch of other Junes along the bars… — Nelson Algren

Now, as the moon of other nights mounted the arch of June, he felt the touch of other Junes along the bars. Remembered how the orange Blatz signs of Wolcott Street would be glowing now each night more softly as the brief month passed trailing smoke, and July came on in a haze. And every arc lamp's reflection along the rain-wet, moon-wet, sun-wet, and summer-dusted walks would burn more deeply as the days burned longer. / Frankie could tell himself at last that he had buried his monkey as deeply as the county had buried Little Lester.

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