evensong
the town hall clock strikes maunful tone
tea washed and dried
she leaves her home
this time of day she calls her own
as she makes her way to evensong
those who live their life by reasons
will not comprehend her love of seasons
nor the smallness of her hoped for pleadings
as she slips away for evensong
she goes not for god or wealth
not even really for herself
but to hear the birds in full breath
in glorious joyous evensong
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