The hour passed and reproaches
Passed too.
With sunset came forgiveness,
A levity never felt on Earth.
The blue air of dew drew down.
Silverware came to a rest after a lifetime
Of spinning around the room.
Attic doors acquiesced
And all memories
Atop the stair would have to stay there.
Elsewhere one was being born,
One dying,
Since not here.
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