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The mares go down for their evening feed

                                                              into the meadow grass.

Two pine trees sway the invisible wind

                                                          some sway, some don't sway.

The heart of the world lies open, leached and ticking with sunlight

For just a minute or so.

The mares have their heads on the ground,

                                 the trees have their heads on the blue sky.

Two ravens circle and twist.

              On the borders of heaven, the river flows clear a bit longer.

The Evening is Tranquil, and Dawn is a Thousand Miles Away by Charles Wright

img. Anna Castagnoli