and then there was dusk

Seasons round off their extremes

and settle into an autumn

flourishing with footstep scrunches

of amber reds in a dusk of cricket

song. We missed a summer

of gilded peace when nights

sent us out in search of cool

so now we pluck guitars

to the music of the stars.

 

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