excitement hides behind the trees and years
Tis the twinkling air
that worms its way through
into this world
superstition owns the local folk
pushing them around like invisible bullies
the twinkling sky before dusk
tingling full of unknown vibrations
Intimacy comes with several instincts
one for the kiss and embrace
one for the exchange
for trust invisible but tangible
small lights burst over tree tops and eons
before dusk
witnesses speculate excitedly
conjecture is useless concrete debris
Twinkling once during those long years
where adulthood seemed so far
age conquers us all
life twinkling and waving
welcoming you back
in some pretty century yet to come
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