Performing Arts

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Shifting shadows, daylight dims,

Gulls have all gone home.

Sun begins her slow descent,

Moon has heard the curtain call.

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The stage is set, act two begins,

The props have all been changed.

Ocean's hush is palpable,

Stars are on parade.

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Each one shining brilliantly,

Arriving right on cue.

Hang in quiet dignity,

Play second to the moon.

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Sudden crash of Ocean's wave,

Breaks the silence of the night.

Moon begins his stately journey,

Exit, stage right.

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Susan Brackett

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Who can ever tire of the glory of the skies?

Quietly magnificent.

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