beside laugh-filled campfire
a still night
but no one's still enough to notice
busy having fun
making friends and living memories
the sun retired two hours back
but enough light still reaches
to make a dusk
i search the lodgepoles
for movement
for sway
none
none
a quiet act ends
to a thunder of applause
and i watch dusk
change to darkness around me
alone
i listen to the fun
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