I did not create fire

but I did get burned


from the hospital bed

I see the late afternoon sun


painting copper all the facades

of the city for at least this day at peace


all my love went into sunsets

and twilights but also at times


the soft melancholies of dawn

and mist and rising sun


I love the cool of the brilliant night

but expect to die on a hot summer day


I did not create this love

but I surely got burned






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