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Deck Parties

Mild, summer evenings

Bring bubbles of joy and chaos

That float like pink clouds

Across dying grass

In a rush we talk over

One another

Not because we’re not listening

But because we’re trying

To steal extra minutes

From a waning day

Who’s jewel bright light filters through fluttering green leaves

“Hurry,” it whispers. “The day will soon sleep.”

So we spill our stories

Incomplete as the broken light

Their shards reflecting our smiles.

By mshipstory

Hi!

I'm Lindsay Adams. I'm passionate about history, teaching, and writing.

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