Every dusk becomes evening, then night 

long summer days fade, even as corner streetlights come on


as the last of bit of sun cuts through the trees 


Every warm afternoon lead us toward Solstice,

the days are numbered and the evenings too 

even those that seem to stretch on forever


The transition is gentle

because Dusk is for grown ups on porch swings and

kids running through the yard, 

chasing each other with not yet holiday sparklers



Do you remember your Mom's request ?

                                                                                             Be back before dark?

home by dark,  seemed like a simple thing

until we looked around to see dark was already



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