Each Sundown – June 24, 2019

The sunlight hits

The side of the hill,

Ricocheting off

Tall thin grasses.


Tickling the air

Between each

Exhale blown.


Black metal fences

shine in their glory,

The whole way round.


Funny little insects

Dance and bounce,


In the suns last rays.


As it falls below the horizon,


A speed

You wish

To play in slow motion.

To take in every minute


This life has to offer.


Followed by

The Shadows,

As they begin

To cast a darkness

That will soon

Swallow us whole.


Until the morning


A trust,

We all possess.

A given,

We take for granted

each night

As the sun goes down.

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