Sundown is silky.
The hill we live on goes down to the road
which will take us to the restaurant on
thursday.
The last sun spots hurry you as you grab your purse.
Will heaven be like this if our sins are forgiven?
Yes the soft warm breeze that a late caressing summer
would give you is washing us as we walk down to the car.
This warm night will contain us and hopefully invite some joy
and spark to the dining table of our choice.
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