Dusk on the River

Water turns a soft copper

among reeds, mutes to lavender,

then in one long moment

darkens. After twilight, a moonsliver

roves the inlet, slips

like a soft-shell turtle

into the current -

our place on the shore lit

by the scrubbed path

at our feet.

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