Renton
The last line of evening light
Descended upon Renton,
Bent on tranquil dissonance.
Our faces listless and malleable
'Gainst the dying sun on the faded brick
Buildings across the tiny side Main streets.
The pub 12-year-old feeds the local black dog,
Paw to wrist,
With her mom's tired eyes
Longingly yonder,
Content and quiet.
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