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AprilDawn Sep 2015
fireflies dance
along the edge
of summer's last hurrah
as cooler air
deliciously descends
over
this small town night
daytime still etched by
the sweltering sun
in a ridiculously blue sky
relieved eyes spy
tender mercies
finally  foretold
in the subtle turning
of  random leaves
along the road
the  air  apparently is about to change

— The End —