Relative Something

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evening darkness
settles in gradually
early in September
late in the summer
and the sound of little girls
playing together in their yard
bouncing on the trampoline
planning, plotting
joyfully giggling together
vanishes
in a blink
replaced by the familiar
nonstop chorus of crickets
an occasional car
and the distant drumming
of the high school marching band
practicing this week’s routine

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