Now the sky holds all its light
to throw at the leashed darkness,
and trees keep back their breath.
Noise of the street is farther off,
low and farther off,
and overhead a plane hums.
Crickets wake in the grass
and ferns rise up,
ferns rise up,
trees fold down,
fold down, and in
a soft green envelope
sleep comes.
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