The Sun breaks through the clouds
and casts down spears of light,
and in the sudden brightness
I have something else to think
than silk pajamas, the skin
they hide, and the unchaste
things to which such thoughts
lead, and then a neigbour's
dog barks, and a cuckoo calls,
before a dog answers in
the distance, hiding the years
the cuckoo counts for me -
like silk hides soft skin.
03.08.2024
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