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A perfect day

Dark deep transient night,
seven hours to midnight.
Evening lingers in the west
squirrels curled and safe in bed,
black bird in the holly,
Leaves swept away  for spring,
Clouds drawing back curtains
calling the sun to help.
 
So to home I drove,
the day had been content,
everything in place,
nothing planned.
Everything complete.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
Published | Edited 21st Jun 2015
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