Night begins with the metallic scent
Of one sweaty palm on car door
Before dome lights are extinguished,
And mosquitoes graze eyebrows
While crickets buzz;
And in the final harsh gleam of the sinking sun
One homebound sidewalk shadow hears
The rustled thud of a man
Who has made the grass his bed.
Surely, one moment can be afforded to fall in love.
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