Veiled behind a waning and gloaming light
This evens lost its appetite
But it’s too lovely out to go inside
Rather sit here alone and hide
This yellow wine is truly impressive
I don’t chardonnay that often
But it helps a little - my regressive
freeze-dried disposition soften
Dog day cicadas are mocking this town
Incessant other-worldly drone
Now that traffic has worn itself down
The red warrior mounts his throne
Time drags it's tail - a sullen slew-foot boy
Too encumbered to join in play
Night marches forward like a wind-up toy
Anticipates more wakeful day
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