cricket undulations coming to the fore,
we settle into day's end, sit on the porch
for just a little more
Cooked from the high arc of the day,
cooled by darkening evening,
we feel the equanimity
from work and well earned rest
There's more to do tomorrow,
there's a night's sleep to slide into -
cushion for the coming day,
so little time to find a rhyme
before I slip away.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2020
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