NaPoWriMo 26/30: Day’s End


Day’s End

In the long yawn of late afternoon
the city falls quiet save for haunting
calls of seagulls, their whiteness imprinted
on the sky in a quicksilver flash. Air is still
and light slants dreamily to earth while
humans turn the key in the lock, step into sanctuary.

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