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In the dusk
of a beautiful day
I amble across Queen Anne
on the way to the car.

The night is falling in the most pleasant way
and I know that winter is over.

There will be wine when I get back,
and the excellence of good friends
welcoming us into their orbit
for a couple days.

I have my camera ready
but the light is fading
and I am in a hurry.
What can a picture convey anyway
of this half light
or my uncollected thoughts
and the longings they contain?

I could sail the ocean
or climb to mountain tops
and not see the world
in all its finer lights
as I will when I return
from my errand.