At dawn I promised
myself rising up
a morning walk
after a pot of coffee drank
to the last bittter slug,
after finishing
translating a lesser Yeats,
and through the curtains
now mid-morning
sunshine penetrating
dissolves the gloom
and here I sit
and fight with a pernning bird
on a little Dublin lake
and think I need another
pot of coffee,
and will do a midday walk
and think of the myriad sins
that made the world as it is.
20.03.2026
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