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Poetry

by Robert Mezey

ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS

Near sundown, on a day in early spring,
A sudden radiance in a shadowed street.
Soft, breathing trees — the airy spheres of foliage
Take on a tender valedictory light.
I look a long time as the dark comes on –
One of those moments when life seems complete.
Even in the dusk I feel the afterglow.
A single bird, a mockingbird, takes flight.

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