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lonely blooming branches

shudder toward the sleeping day

feeling in-between

to compensate

they poke the earth

with syncopated raindrops

falling prisms in the arching light

and as they fool the eye in puddles

like black and white swirling circles

the sun is content to go

less reluctant to yield the moment

to another bump in time

and Chronos smiles

for although he can do nothing

to prolong the hour

the street is alive

and that matters

strips of light ignite the road

glowing pools eke out the remaining sunshine

and forgotten stillness

settles into place

raindrops scuttle to the soil

curling into (flower)beds

as a child when the day is done

then blushing tulips fold inward

covering their puffy cheeks

like coquettes prone to the gloze of attentive men

and the lonely blooming branches

silence their twitching,

itching for another day