Like vegetable oil poured over a
Cutting board lifted at a 45 degree angle
The summer is sliding into the grooves
Of the quickly approaching night...
This slips everything closer to
Darkness, sadness in the thought that
Soon the sunlight will be slumbering
Before everyone is off work for the
Evening - missing out on more of the
Stuff that shimmers in the light of
The heated orb that sweats gold to
Uncover an indigo blanket of cool
Cover in shadows of what once was
Easily seen before the day started to
Retract for an earlier bedtime.
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