...and so the western light passes over us,
and into
the "magical salt marshes"
we are in the shade
and they are in the brilliant setting sunlight
my sight is pulled there, and the infinite possibilites
it brings
i love the dusk
and tonight it brings with it
the soft sounds of fading songbirds, waining traffic
and...
the night
the sounds of scattered booming fireworks,
the evening train and crickets
the buzzing at my screen windows of big moths
battering it's wings to reach the light inside
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
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