it is dusk
Fatigue; there is nothing else but this and a desire
to lie on the glistening pavement
engulfed by the smell of the spring.
warm rain falling
breathing in the season
Darkness is setting
the angular window, the street-lamp
A dream of a bay
step into the thickness
wet with the dew of existence
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It is so easy to sit here
it is simply my favorite time of day
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