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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