AFTER A FOOLISH MISTAKE

 A dim day, white clouds,

rain, and promise of snow,

and finally I pick up Browning

and push through Blougram

and Del Sarto, twenty pages,

and then... Here, with coffee,

watching how in the window

branches of the fir move

in the wind, writing

these words, less

than the wind,

in the dim

light.

14.03.2023

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