Gloaming

Petals of flowers, bending
Lazily in the breeze
Orchestrated by the sounds of
Children laughing, a cascade of sound
That keeps its tempo by the pops and clicks
Of soda cans opening, and pop bottles fizzing
That would be carried far and wide by the wind
If the sound wasn’t repeated
By every house next door
Until the night reveals its splendor
And laughter turns instead to
The numbering of the stars. 

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