Walking through the evening air
I feel it touch me with
Still a suggestion of warmth
That is quickly fading.
Sprinklers in the park begin
Their nightly service and
I marvel at the touch of
Wet cloth on my skin.
The moon comes out from hiding
To show me a rusting swing
That beckons to me saying
You can rest here while you wait.
I accept the invitation
As I feel the pain start
To take my strength away.
Sitting I feel the world around me
Wonderfully full of life,
As I let go.















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