people are simply lovely
in the evening light
sitting on the patio
coffee cups at the lips
lifted
this is a picture of reality
i remember evenings
sitting in the garden, the light was pale but heavy with
possibility
i forgot those days
and now they look like dreams
and i wonder if i ever really saw those nights
or bathed in those summer days at all
if the silence can mean anything
then it ought to just at least give me a clue
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