Dusk

A slice of pink-
Spilling over thick mountain slopes
Sea splashing at its toes
A sailboat, relaxing in its view.

 

The neighbor, leaning in for a moment-catching a glance
While his curled-tailed dog pants, watching two small birds
And the sky begins to glow
As the day draws quietly, to its end.

 

And I, with my half glass of wine
Watching my tiny bottomed daughter
Singing in the faded glow of eve
Feel the blessing of dusk, and smile-
Cradled by the breeze.

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