The Passage of Sundown

By Arthur Sadrian

It is under the worn-out sandal
that summer days trod
into sleepless nights
where coyotes roam moonlit grasslands,
and crickets chirp in an undulating chatter,
their fern-tinted exoskeletons gripping luminous blades of grass.

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Arthur Sadrian has been an avid writer since his crayon days. He writes simply to feel the satisfaction of words appearing on a page.

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