And when evening came,
he took the lane again.
A dog barked behind the pond.
The sun, an egg yoke,
oozed into the trees.
A rusty gate
still warm from the day.
A block of ice in his chest
melted away.
Somewhere beyond sight,
a gun cracked hollow
across the fields.
Then everything
was deeply quiet,
deeply still.
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I enjoyed it a lot.
Thank you.
This took me to places I've been....... end of a lot of summer days filled with horses and fields and then a setting sun.......... beautiful ...
Thank you for reading it. Yes - a fine way to end the day, seeing the sun go down. 🙂
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