Slightly, ever so subtle
Fireflies flew past the window
Twilight settled in.

In the patio, I sat
With my Earl Grey and Pamuk
Avro Part, on the jukebox – on loop.

 It does nothing for me,
And rather ever so surprisingly – I am calmed
The sky turns into a dusky red – wick burns out.

Cups lay empty,
The chapters close – sad
Night was young just a moment ago

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