Sunset brings children home:
sun bronzed, scraped,
laden with adventure,
trophies, disappointment,
lessons of the world;
unready for a bath,
a story, and bed.

And when my sunset
finally calls my old bones,
that return is set into motion
with the directness
that stops all clocks,
moves all trains,
sets all suns.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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