SUMMER, FOREVER SUMMER

Evening, slept the day,

these autumn days slipping away

quickly in sickness,

and now sitting on the porch

outside, drinking coffee

listening to the traffic

flowing on cracked asphalt

where the Sun, sunk, glows

behind treetops, pale orange

glow through near black

foliage, one hundred

and fifty million kilometers

and eight minutes away,

and gazing it, the star

spinning away as the planet turns,

lost in thought, thinking

about the loss of light

and the coming night

that heralds winter's dark abyss,

those short gray days in the black sea,

barely noticing at first

as hesitant birdsong starts,

haltingly, then grows

and breaks through

the dread of bleak winter

clouding thoughts,

the sound of a breaking civilization

flowing rough on its stream,

and then, closing eyes, concentrating

on that sound from dinosaur beaks,

as slight breeze goes through

the warm air, for a moment

you can make yourself think

it's summer, forever summer.

08.09.2025