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the evening torch.

6/5/2015

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my weariness is swallowed up in this enormous, dusky sky 
stars appear each in their own turn 
dogs bark in the distance telling their stories of friend and foe
an airplane slowly passes overhead, 
the hum only slightly heard over the humdrum of this moment

lights flick on and click off down this street as neighbors slowly migrate from television to crossword puzzle book, 
from recliner to bed
as the last drops of daylight slip behind the far mountain, 
fireflies take up the evening torch with their mad and untraceable dance

my loneliness is swallowed up in this grand silence, 
the hum of my world only slightly heard over the humdrum of this moment
and now i join the evening migration

flick on, click off.

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