From here I’ve seen
thousands of suns,
the days end with copper glints
through languorous trees. Summer’s
apogee is seed of summer’s end, sure
as swifts scream out the balm of night.
A fast-forward pipistrelle delays
the drawing curtains, ever
thankful for the light.
On the windowsill the sphinxing cat
the way to live
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