I'm making pea soup and coffee at ten
in the evening, really at night this time
of the year, trees now mere black silhouettes
against the darkest blue. Will have to drink
it black, coffee, milk gone and I wouldn't go
to the store today, two and a half hours just
to get some poor confined bovine's milk
in my coffee, so black coffee, pea soup,
flatbrod with salad and pickled cucumber
on top, and poetry, can't forget poetry,
the main part of a late dinner eaten
in dying summer's solitude.
21.08.2024
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