lauantai 21. tammikuuta 2023

ON THE TWENTY-FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR

Minus nine degrees,
and suddenly it seems cold,
a chill no mugs of hot coffee
can drive away as I gaze
at the black vista of the night;

a freezing cold that comes
only partly from the weather,
some other chill wind,
from an internal waste,
has stealthily arrived.

21.01.2023


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