We have reached
automatically
the beautiful part
of the hot day,
just as we expected
happily diving deep
into the song of this room
made comfortable
by open-ordained freshness.
Air flavored green spoons
And even though we are doomed
Because of it we sing
We sing as we prepare
longer cadences
We sing in the moment
that draws close
We sing to the sensible
border of our darling
and masterful hands.
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