twilight on the farm.
mind full of fragments,
heart full of echoes.
peacock like a car alarm in the dark.
love me, love me, love me, he cries.
venus shining in the shadow of the cottonwoods.
lighted windows in the dusk,
the frogridden pond creaking softly,
fire on the hearth for a cold spring night
that should be summer.
one cat by the fire curled, purrs,
love me, love me, love me.
the cry of every soft thing in the night.
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