Power Lines/Late Afternoon

Our lives cross like the power lines
twisting, connecting, swaying, coming and going,
Outside my window.

Greying light dims,
leaving growing shadows spread across the room
The sounds of late afternoon
Quiet town.

Welcome,
Hum and gurgle and chirp,
and that silence which is there,
The calm after all those storms.

I welcome that too,
As it washes, with the shadows,
over me and you.

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