A tepid evening after awakening
in mid-afternoon, and now feeling
like falling ill, and perhaps that's why
writing hasn't flowed as it has, or
perhaps I haven't sacrificed on the altar
of my poetical muse enough. For
illness I can do nothing, for the latter,
I can cast poems like leaves in a birch
and hope for the best.
22.06.2024
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