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Day 22 of NaPoWriMo

Sunset and Moonrise

Watching the sun fall,
Staring at all
Of the beauty around.
The world unbounded.
And wondering
And pondering
Which way to go,
What gifts to show,
And how to do it all.

Watching the moon rise
In spring skies,
Shedding light down
Upon this town
And enjoying the sights at night.
The bright night
Holding in the sounds
Of those making their rounds,
To see friends,
Or to shake their rear ends,
Or simply going home after the work week.

Sitting comfortable inside
Taking it all in stride
While listening to traffic.
Thinking it’s terrific
To live in such a time
And a clime
Where it feels like forever summer.
And with only a murmur,
A few words on the page
And I set the stage
For new adventures to come.

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