Night pushed in.  Cool air brushed

over me.  Crickets start.  Clouds look

cold.  Shadows fade.  Porch lights

start.  Empty swings.  Windows close.

A cat sits by the door.  A few leaves fall.

Toys in the yard.  The last slivers of

dusk.  A screen door closes.  Laundry

on the line.  Baseball on the radio.

A distant train.  Aroma of dinner.

Children laugh.  Fireflies light.  Bats

swoop by.  Nearby a piano plays.

Curtains sleep.  Lights out.

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