dusk is my time

everything changes
from lack of light

tree trunks muted
become smoke

a thousand
black twigs
cut a royal sky
into a puzzle

frogs scream
geese wail

distant lamps
become stars
they poke holes in water

these things are not so rare
yet these things I want for you

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