Poem: Out Late

Out Late

It was so hot today,
but tonight, it has cooled
enough that sitting outside
is pleasant.  It is darker
tonight, the black
is thicker, I cannot see
stars, or the lights
of other houses.
It is late, I should go inside,
get to bed, but the night,
the cool, dark night,
I do not know why
sitting here, sitting
with the night,
is so fulfilling.

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