This Evening Cure

Come closer and see
into the trees
Find the girl
reaching her pointed toes
to and fro with the abiding memory of the sweetest of summer breezes
toward the hazy sky
all a stage with an orange orb
I hear her giggling
Her face lambet as the full face moon aglow.
the sound is deep
Into the fading night’s edge
steadfast we greet
and oblidged we sleep.

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