last eve
musing
in the garden
a little high
a little low
was i

silent
listening
to tree frogs and cars
the sounds of life
that other village
and time
flickers through the trees
taunting me
cross the river
hot summer days
a teenage me
longing
to be
set free
now
in the thick
of it
eyes closed
a gentle breeze
and twinkle lights
here
hidden
watching
through the trees
if she could see
me now
in the flickering
night
tonight
she would be
pleased

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