Nighttime
Every day’s end lit up by dusk,
Verging towards another night, lets
Evening through to take her turn.
Nature strips soften under street lights.
Inside, through windows shines the moonlight.
Networks are busy, pots simmer on stoves
Glasses poured, French cheese, olive oil crackers
Sinks into nighttime’s slow coming dreams.
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