Bedtime

Through the screen door
night creeps in silky smooth
and sweet.
Somewhere in the distance
an owl cries out asking for “who”
while cicadas do their thing
as if to answer the call.
Lately cool breezes
only ever arrive
long after the streetlight
at the end of the drive
flicks on, its sensor
somehow sensing
just the right time
for light.

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