Drift

An hour past midnight, the Texas air begins to cool;
the ground still simmers from the sun’s intensity.

Under a billion stars we exchange simple thoughts;
captured in the rivalry of night and day.

Surrounded by slumber, we contemplate living.
In the twilight we drift towards daybreak.

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