Lack of summer

At noon, wine; at noon, sun.
The year itself has reached its noon.
Like, celeste, and below it, I - as if drowsy.
Two words my native tongue is lacking.

The days, the longest now.
Just my days, shorter.

Time to get canned earlier
and to doze off earlier.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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