after the pale shallow winter sun
has a cold day to run its courses
after the early evening dark
has signaled dinner and then
after the dishes are cleared away again
with children asleep in their beds
quiet like a quilt spreads and creates
a rare hollow place of silence
of space to stretch a thought
of time to soak weariness
slowly into the bones over tea
and embrace sleep like a dear old friend
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