Dark-thirty Friday
. . . and there is a hum,
like a slow singing tune,
a calling to tomorrow,
a slow slide into the morn,
without a worry of it,
a darkening of firelight,
a shuddering of shadows,
a cooling off of everything,
its is a quieting of today,
an ending. . .
August 1975
,
like a slow singing tune,
a calling to tomorrow,
a slow slide into the morn,
without a worry of it,
a darkening of firelight,
a shuddering of shadows,
a cooling off of everything,
its is a quieting of today,
an ending. . .
August 1975
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