peeking through small gaps in faded white fences
cloaked in frustration under the prevailing dusk
as it collects the last blueish breaths of the failing sky
high pitched melodic howling sounds
singular static bursts of electricity
driving those last faint clouds above to ruin
we threw out an old afghan to lay on the grass
as we sat and had our promised picnic after sundown
stopping time to stare for just a little while
at all of us
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