It has grown dark, as dark as it gets
on these midsummer nights, and I
have the light on, I have coffee in
a mug on the table beside the laptop,
on television a round ball moves
between the Swiss and the Scots,
and on my lap an old cat with closed
eyes; I'm in a calm mood, but soon
the days will be growing short and
the light will wane on cold snow,
vanishing into the black of
starless afternoons.
19.06.2024
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