Butterscotch Glow

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the moon 
casts a pale haze
through the
mist of

shuddering sprinklers;
yesterday I made a
mistake, today
I'm trying
to make amends.

the shadows of the field
deepen, lengthen
with the vertically ascending
moon; I'm

spending all my time
gazing at its butterscotch glow,
spending all my time
fixing the problems
I created.

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