On This Day
Unmoving, sweltering, its evening falls,
Unrolling slowly a knotty unbleached cotton pall,
Turns unceremoniously and exits -
the day ending eight years,
Eliott's[1] sends a breeze, a silent scene ends call.
[1] Eliott’'s beach
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