At Sundown at Home
prevails on the house
till sundown.
Then she returns from her work.
A gentle tap at the door dozing in wait.
He opens the door.
She smiles into his eyes.
He frowns first, then sighs.
The door all awake shuts them inside.
The fridge in the corner pricks up its ears.
The screen of the tv bursts into hues.
The plants on the sills are all upright.
The wind waves the drapes as it joins.
The lights shine brighter
the air turns warm
as she gently slips into the chair.
An easy peace settles in the home
till the morning breaks.
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