ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND TWENTY-NINENTH DAY OF THE YEAR

Long evening, Sun

finally dipping behind

the now black line of trees,

and I sat here, the doors open

to outside, from where the

occasional sound of birds

singing comes into this

room in dusk, the sound

of spring among so

many things ending.

11.05.2023

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