The yard behind my family's place
Is a peaceful spot, a rectangle
Of green suburban space
Shared with the birds who use
It as a sanctuary, while we
Watch them, and have barbecues,
Along with long conversations
About memories and fixations,
While watching the light lose,
Beautifully, its battle with night,
And that day in our lives,
Fades quietly out of sight.
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