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Friday

Evening(C)

raiment of night falls
the lit grass
becoming black

long shadows sweep
legs to stilts
merging grey

the birds descend
noisy choir
slowly quiet

the breeze ruffles
plays the water
little laps

we move up closer
conserve heat
day left behind.

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