The park pond at twilight

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At Twilight the solar lamps 
Turn on in the park -
Happy to take on the night shift.
The buttercups and daisies
Are bright yet
Around the water,
The atmosphere floating down,
Darker.
The Moorhen chicks meep,
Scooting into the reeds to retreat
As rain starts to drip on the pond.
I sit in this liminal time
On a bench
While calm hovers
But some power wakes.
My thoughts are like the insects
I can see clearly on the 
Paths with no people - 
Free to crawl out
Searching for something 
Trying to describe
Why they like this time 
So much. 


LJ Ireton 


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