the light
stays light well
into the late
afternoon.
it's midsummer
and the trees
are full.
the sky a blue
white layer
of time moving
slowly
over me, over you.
it's best
to say nothing
as the day moves
forward
into night.
silence being
the best conversation
when things
are right.
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