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twilight

the twilight creeps up on me
darkness emerging from light
slowly and seductively
to capture me
in between
just so
just so
just
so

where magic
is now here
now here
now
here

the trees are silhouettes
the colors are lush

and the cats
are sleeping
silently

from middle year poems — Bill Eberle

November 2017     © 2017, Bill Eberle