Nascosti Paroli ― Dusk In My Backyard ~ Keith Wilson (San Miguel, NM) The long black night moves over my walls: inside a candle is lighted by one of my daughters. Even from here I can see the illuminated eyes, bright face of a child before flame. It’s nearly time to go in. The wind is cooler now, pecans drop, rattle down— the tin roof of our house rivers to platinum in the early moon. Dogs bark & in the house, wine, laughter.
What would you say?
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