I sit here on the ground,
looking up to see the whole sky,
the stars,
the crescent moon setting,
clouds a fire with the last sunlight.
I listen to the sounds,
of the deepening night,
dogs barking at who knows what,
cars on the distant highway,
an owl, maybe,
neighbors talking, watching TV,
children playing, children crying.
And here on the ground,
in my own yard,
I wonder,
everything is as it is.
Good night.
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