A neighbourhood.
At dusk.
Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.
Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.
Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.
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Reaction: Open minded and thinking and trying to go along with the poem
Meaning: I believe this poem is trying to teach us to cherish every moment of our lives. Because every moment is important and it will only happen this way once.
Techniques: free verse
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