if night has overtaken day
or if day has embraced night.
their children are beautiful, glittering
seeds that burst slowly and grow
diluted across the span of distance,
a few years, some universal memories.
so many tiny drops of spilled milk,
cries unheard from too far off.
the stinkbugs struggle against their trapping.
the neighborhood cow lows.
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