Dusk comes slowly, creeping and rolling,
Earth breathes a sigh of relief.
The feverish air remembers the heat of the day,
And beckons the humid release.
Trees bow and kneel to one another,
Katydids serenade the sky.
Cavalier clouds exchange favors with the wind,
Flowers curl and die.
Old oak leaves splayed like luna moths
Drift and kiss the ground.
I lay my head among pillars of grass,
And stop to catch the sound.
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