EVENING EVENING

 

   the westing sun bisects the gray carpet with a golden rule

   reed bottom chair at the window has learned to be a throne

   the plastic shades and the ragtag bush

   have conspired together (inspired by the lowering light)

   to make a delicate brush and ink from some forgotten dynasty

   evening evening

   my family gathers at the table to laugh and argue

   slow talk of our days

   the warmth is gathered and remembered

   to carry me through to another morning

- Ken Peters
 

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