Stars are up there
and it is dark around here
and the dog is wandering in the grass in the dark
and people walk by less
because they want to be home now
and planes intersect and approach and grow and dim in the sky past the moon
and the seat I'm in affords me a good view of feuding ducks and a lone swan
and silhouetted against the sky from my vantage point
if I crane my neck
are the buds of a tree poking out green in the twilight
and that's my sort of poem
of the evening light
earlier tonight
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