perjantai 7. heinäkuuta 2023

ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-FIFTH DAY OF THE YEAR

I came to a dim apartment,
devoid of humans, and just now J
came back, silently, without a word,
the one who, slightly afraid,
asked me about Earth's volcanoes
after I had pointed out Jupiter
on a wintry sky and told
of the restless volcanoes of Io,
ever shaping its surface.

06.-07.07.2023


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