A Stone: One Daily Observation
It is the cycle we live with, day into night, and night into day.
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Summer Nights
It seems in memory
Everyone was out then
Playing in the fog
Of the mosquito truck
Catching fireflies
Playing hide and seek
Skin all hot and sweaty
Play clothes stuck to
Bodies like second skin
There were lots of children in our neightborhood
Always someone to play with
The sky was full of stars
Not so many electric lights
Homes were open
Windows and doors
Hi! Come on in
People sitting on the front porch
It was a different time for sure
Today to out at night
Is to go alone
Every house shut up tight
Doors locked
Porch light turned off
Windows closed
A tiny light flickers inside
Family round the TV
Alone is what we are
Hopper knew this
It’s what he paints about
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