reminiscent of a bell
says the breeze is picking up
driving eucalyptus mixed
with citrus flower scent
further into the night sky
later Venus is dropping by
you will probably be asleep by then
how I have waited for this night
without even now knowing why
except to feel more grateful
for the artifice of the world
so much trouble taken
over even the smallest corners
that it remain ephemeral
and fleeting while all the while
seeming so solid and so real
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