Chicago, Illinois

I left the third section of the poem at In Fine Spirits, a lovely bar and spirits shop in Andersonville. In addition to leaving the note on one of the store postcards, we bought a bottles of whiskey, Herbsaint, some Vihno Verde, two delicious cocktails and a glass of hand-pumped cask ale.

The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.