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Perhaps
Perhaps it was the evening
Collapsing around the day
Coaxing out the night birds
Cats slowly stalking prey,
Fireflies and crickets
Frogs echoing in the dusk,
On the cusp of spring and
Summer, it was then
I smelled the musk,
A sweet exotic perfume
Entrancing in the air,
I saw her coming naked
She didn’t see my stare,
Perhaps it was the water
In the pool that lovely night,
Who thought that going
Swimming, would stick
To memory so tight.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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