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Jul 2023
On the
last day of
the calendar week

the quiet folk sit
at the edge of shore
watching sun set

day and night
meeting in the middle
together a short while

ships hardening
into black silhouettes.

darkness spreadsβ€”
sight now set on
greeting the streets

evening cheer
deteriorating into
late-night glimpses
at mediocre peace
AydanL
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