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Sunday, November 16, 2014

night comes quick

on the mountain

by mid afternoon the towering palms
have blocked the western light

sunfingers probe between the fronds
groping
desperately straining to reach us
as we sit on the cool grass

i hear the evening breeze
whisper as it breathes away
the last of the day

shadows
lengthen

suddenly night falls
and the silence
shouts so loud
that my ears ring

night comes quick
on the mountain