BACK FROM MY SHORT WALK IN THE AUTUMN DUSK

Back from my short walk

in the autumn dusk,

away from the trees

made hum by the wind,

back inside the confining walls

in too bright an electric light,

all black and deepest blue

behind the distorting window-panes

that make the evening

transforming into night

even bleaker than it is,

here inside the confining walls.

I make more coffee,

a sandwich, and sit down

to do what I do, write

word after word,

thinking they make up

something more than

their mere number when

I close their march with a dot.

12.10.2025