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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