Le Bel Été

Trees shake loose the wind
As evening rides through
A butter yellow sky
Darkening with lavender
I hear the children laughing
In the church parking lot
Traffic lights blink
With the rhythm of the stars
Music spilling
From the windows
Through the drying sheets
And a dog barks
At the end of his leash
While a man flicks a cigarette
Down the drain


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