At the liquid edge of twilight
anything seems possible.
The backyard
of our suburban home
is transformed—
moonlight gilding the grass,
shadows at the fence
obscuring weeds
and dry patches—
and in this in-between space,
I hope I might be, too.
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What a gorgeous title/ first line – drew me in immediately! My very favorite time of day 🙂
I agree with Leah. This is a beautiful title!
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