{"id":40896,"date":"2017-08-06T02:28:40","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T06:28:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40896"},"modified":"2017-08-06T02:28:40","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T06:28:40","slug":"before-darkness-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/before-darkness-15\/","title":{"rendered":"Before Darkness"},"content":{"rendered":"

Before darkness<\/span><\/p>\n

in summer<\/span><\/p>\n

there is a hush<\/span><\/p>\n

that settles like dust motes.<\/span><\/p>\n

In the distance<\/span><\/p>\n

cars hum quietly,<\/span><\/p>\n

their cones of light leading the way.<\/span><\/p>\n

A lone lawnmower buzzes,<\/span><\/p>\n

as if to cut the light short.<\/span><\/p>\n

Children\u2019s voices are muffled<\/span><\/p>\n

as they emerge from a pool.<\/span><\/p>\n

A sprinkler cuts an arc<\/span><\/p>\n

across the lawn, relieving its thirst.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before darkness<\/span><\/p>\n

in summer<\/span><\/p>\n

there is a sense of privilege<\/span><\/p>\n

of unending days.<\/span><\/p>\n

Lines form for ice cream,<\/span><\/p>\n

moths darting at the neon sign.<\/span><\/p>\n

Couples walk along the beach,<\/span><\/p>\n

their feet in the lapping waves.<\/span><\/p>\n

People sit on dimly-lit porches,<\/span><\/p>\n

sharing stories of summers long past.<\/span><\/p>\n

Beach towels are hung on railings and lines,<\/span><\/p>\n

haphazardly telling the day\u2019s adventures.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before darkness<\/span><\/p>\n

in summer<\/span><\/p>\n

There is a mystery<\/span><\/p>\n

that only the stars can see<\/span><\/p>\n

as the world slowly exposes itself<\/span><\/p>\n

just before sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Eve T. Remillard<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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