Circle of Stray Quatorzains

Sundown

We watch the writhing fog embrace
the westward hills.  The sun is low
and reddens the fog.  I see your face
is bright with ending afternoon
and tell you I think we ought to go
before the moonless night comes down
to seal the edge of earth from light.
You linger to see black swallow red.
The dog is cold and starts to whine.
I quiet him for you and wait.
The milk truck rumbles on the road.
"Let's go in and have some tea,"
you say.  "The milk truck breaks my mood."
You smile apologies at me.

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