This light, soaked up
Gum scents emit
A soothing oil, summer eve's.
Sunday's; tight-knit.
A parkland of
Playful leisure
Or what does lie, not leap, for
Parent's measure.
Day soon withdraws.
Nor seen to then
Which homey togetherness
Homeward slacken.
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