in the evening
letting in afternoon’s
easiest light
filtering rays
sepia toned
know what
the day has been
the sun is not ready
to set entirely
it rests on the sill
comfortably
listening to evensong
tertia, sexta, nona
the hours in June
flirting with dusk
sight unfailing
lines run through
battles won and lost
time fades slowly
the distant drop
supported by years
still to come
in evening everlast
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