Cycles Poem by Stewart Watkins

Cycles

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A cool caliginous
night
Crickets in their abode talking
A desolate street with no lights
A doddering man
balking

Soon dusk kisses
dawn
Birds are out
chirping
Sun is shining and the curtain of night has drawn
The exuberance of girls
playing

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