Swallows at Sundown

The swallows come
with pink-tinged evening
swooping and soaring
they dive low among the grape vines
all the way down to the pastel sea
then up again
flashing past flower-laden walls
and earth-red rooves
while the blazing sun sinks
beyond the edge of the world
disappearing
as the cool mountain breezes return
as darkness rolls in across the wat’ry horizon
washing silence and shadowed hues
over the softly leaching vista

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