Past nine at night
and the sun doesn’t so much set
as spread across the sky like marmalade,
sweetening clouds. This dim light
brings back memories
of home, sitting in the yard,
our family’s past-time.
The sun going down
brought out mosquitoes,
so we drank the sunset dry
before swatting ourselves off to bed.
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