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Day -- hard-edged and ragged --

turns to pinks and reds

across the shadowed hills.

Nothing is the same as it was:

Day is evening out.

Moon softens all the details --

sings where day shouted.

With great, shady arms akimbo,

Evening settles into a hum, synchonized

with the enlivened soil, still

warm from a day full of sun.

All the jangling of those hours, quiet as dust now.

Evening rests and claims rest

from the jagged edges of the world.

#evening #slow #sun #quiet

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