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Late In The Afternoon
The sunset fills each bedroom window
while what warmth the day revealed hides itself
and I marvel at the vast quietness that is December
living this far north. Blackbirds bob on pavements
then fly at speed giving out strange songs.
Only streetlights are strong – fierce as a kiss
the anxious long to receive and respond to. Old age
doesn’t dim yearning or deaden the clip
of each footstep that sounds so quick, so confident
as steam floods from the mouth, always seen
then walked through, so soon dissolving in the dark.
Bob
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