I stand on the creaking porch,
listening to the birds singing
in the dark blue night, a mug
of warmed coffee, burning
hot, in my hand, sipping
from it as the night grows
slowly chill. So the day ends,
slipping away, to be among
the shades which exist
between memories.
12.05.2023
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