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Evening

1
The garden is dark now that
that the setting sun has died.


2
Yet the perfumes still hang
like heavy gold in the night.


3
Amongst the flowers flitter
tiny insects glittering like moonbeams.


4
This time of day is the time
that waits only for itself.

 

Philip Madden

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