nothing but the reflection remains
heating the ground we stand on
holding us in place
giving us that small place
to survive

we are creatures of darkness now
holed up in our wooden homes
hiding in the cool air
waiting for the thickness
of the afternoon
to disappear
so that we might poke our heads out
and experience
something close
to what we might consider
a ‘fine evening’

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