Late afternoon
The cool winter
South breeze blows
Comforting
Chilling
Easy all the same
Time out
Back after this commercial break
Gaze out at the
Sun-parting clouds
In their light-gray peace
Sliding their way
ever slowly
To the clear majestic night
The curtain rises
For the stars and planets
And their blue-black and white mystery
'Til the time comes
When eyes get heavy
And the body takes leave
We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

04/07/2002

Posted on 04/07/2002
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