The Backyard at Dusk

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watching the sun fade while standing barefoot in grass as ordinary moments turn golden at day’s end magic happens in the spaces between light and dark.

screen door slams behind me,
bare feet sink into grass,
garden tools rest against fence,
day begins to fade;

moths circle the porch lamp,
neighbor’s wind chimes sing,
cat stretches on warm concrete
shadows grow longer;

kids’ bikes abandoned mid-yard,
sprinkler makes rainbow mist,
lightning bugs start their dance,
evening slips in slow;

screen door calls me back,
wet grass between my toes,
dishes wait in kitchen sink,
night arrives like sleep;