The coffee has gone cold,
it's twenty-six degrees outside,
an opera on the TV screen
transports strange kind of sorrow.
I will write this poem, translate
couple of others, drink a lot
of coffee, and then take a book
and go sit outside and read
words that have not passed
through my own mind before.
23.06.2024
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