Dusken
Rush rush the wings
And chirrups
Fluttering and rustling
It’s closing
Day’s garish glow
And frantic noise
Lips and fireflies
Condensation on drink
And unconscious awareness of
Leaves whispering
Mountains breathing
Pulse of rotating earth
Earthen orb balanced
So many hands uplifted
Light varying
Varying
And then the night swallows
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And we exist , as poets, to contemplate such things…
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