this day has sung its song

now the evening brings a final hush

and we have run out of words

we bring our dishes inside

for the wash and dry and put-away

for the clatter of plates and bowls and such

for cabinet doors and drawers

opening and closing

and now for the soft chairs and the question

what shall we watch

but no, this night begs quiet

we ease into the quiet

letting go of energy, of ambition

turn inward

reading, writing, day dreaming our way

into night dreams

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