This closing eye

A closing eye
blinks shut
blocking sight
welcoming
blindness
This horizon
swallows sunlight
Bringing evening
too early
too long
too dark
Soil tossed
reverential
on coffin
memories
Fun
Laughter
Sunshine
this closing eye
chooses to
see no more

[from Anne's prompt: "death of summer"]


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