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Slipping

Dim shimmer

to stars, violet wisps

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thickening to night.

Wind's hush and distant

traffic, a brook

lapse and hollow.

Fog of trees,

gardens, fields

dew-heavy, fading.

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Our footsteps

over ebbing road,

my hand into yours.