At Close of Day
by Sheri Lindner

Barefoot, she stands,
tall grasses whisper against her knees,
her gaze follows the river’s unwinding ribbon
curve horizonward, beyond her view.
For a moment
the wind holds its breath
the clouds still
the silence is utter
and then she hears the cicadas sing.


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