It starts to rain,
only knowable in sound,
the boughs sway
as they did before
behind the window-panes,
and I ponder
what to do,
I who have but
illusion of endless time,
so I go and make
coffee, come back,
and start translating
and writing
and put on music
to hide the sound
of the autumn rain.
19.09.2026
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