In the eaves on a fair afternoon; I drop two sugars into my cup
In this moment, scanning across the horizon
the chance to entangle with the coming day
a way to fight the fear of night.
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Gosh this belongs in a place with so many other things, a story or a something. It stands well alone but has such good movement I keep thinking the wind is going to blow it into the middle of something else. Thanks for sharing it.