Linens drying on a line.
Fading to lavender,
distant hills settle with
an almost-audible sigh.
Overhead, birds flock,
wheeling black-feathered
waves fierce enough to
darken the sky, poignant
sign of summer’s demise,
making a precious delicacy
of even the most ordinary
Tuesday evening.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: MaxPixel
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