Lazy Evening Interlude

Lazy Evening Interlude

 

Tonight at dusk we lounge in lawn chairs,

watch the moon rise over the back fence,

pale light caressing the blooms

of garden flowers, stroking them to sleep

the way a parent lulls a reluctant child

to rest. My glass of wine deepens to black,

sparkles of Orion twinkle the surface.

I drink the night sip by sip as the rabbits

come out, long teeth snipping the fronds

of carrots. We watch, hushed by the moon,

drunk on the shadows, waiting for stars

to call us home.

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