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Any Evening

A far bird sings again, a little further.
There is less and less difference
between your shadow
and the shadow inside you
and all the shadows,
and the evening softly taking hold
says It has always been evening
and now you know.
This poem appeared in The Paris Review, Issue no. 249, Fall 2024.

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