Sunset was surprisingly fierce,

a reminder of many nights

spent decoding languages,

ignoring dozens of calculations

surrounding me like summer rain,

blowing sideways and with much noise.

 

I thought it might hurt to look,

so I watched colors run on the wall.

It was like the old shadows we made

and it sounded like a hymn of crickets.

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