EVENING EVENING
the westing sun bisects the gray carpet with a golden rule
reed bottom chair at the window has learned to be a throne
the plastic shades and the ragtag bush
have conspired together (inspired by the lowering light)
to make a delicate brush and ink from some forgotten dynasty
evening evening
my family gathers at the table to laugh and argue
slow talk of our days
the warmth is gathered and remembered
to carry me through to another morning
- Ken Peters
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