ruknowhere:

JUNE 15, 8PM

The evening comes slowly over us,

over the cardinal and the wren still

feeding, over the swallows suddenly

swooping to snatch up mosquitoes

over the marsh where the green

sedge lately has a tawny tinge

over two yearlings bending long

necks to nibble hillock bushes

finally separate from their doe

mother. A late hawk is circling

against the sky streaked lavender.

The breeze has quieted, vanished

into leaves that still stir a bit

like a cat turning round before

sleep. Distantly a car passes

and is gone. Night gradually

unrolls from the east where

the ocean slides up and down

the sand leaving seaweed tassels:

a perfect world for moments.

MARGE PIERCY

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