Open sky went dim forever.
The sunset lasted and hour.
Every shade of shade displayed.
Until the clear black darkness.
Then the kindred, the spirits.
All the jumpers gathered there.
Familiar and comfortable rapport.
The days are dwindling, ya know.
Extended echoed laughter.
We have the same ironies.
The same ridiculous standards.
Have it any way you like it.
Prepare for the approaching storms.
New Orleans won't completely drown.
They know how the float goes.
As the Mississippi breaks the banks.
No rain in west Texas this afternoon.
Misters strung up like the tropics.
Dry and hot from Aspermont to Guthrie.
Along the wire line tower lines.
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