lights from houses compete with the skies memory of the sun
people quicken their steps to feel safe under the last few hues of blue
bare feet on concrete can still absorb the days heat
whats left of it
pine tree needles seem soft
the webs in them begin to hang heavy
bike reflectors shimmer while headlights become more obvious
drive with the windows open to catch the declining warm sweet air
whats left of it
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