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Best of Both Worlds
She watched it rise from her window,
watched it take its seat high above the trees
as it cast its eerie glow onto their limbs,
stirring them with some unexplainable magnetic power.
The other fell with dignity, abdicating its throne
to rest somewhere below the rain-threatening clouds.
Beneath her feather blanket
beads of sweat rippled over unblemished skin
just as the moisture of a melting icicle drips from the gutters.
Her tepid breath fogged the glass with ghastly speed,
and she focused her energy into making odd, shapeless scribbles.
The grass swayed in time with her breathing
and the chill of autumn nights set in as the last
hint of warmth dipped below the horizon.
That was her favorite time of day,
when the best of both worlds collided,
light into dark, day into night.
