All around me the summer slowly grows.
What can I expect from tomorrow besides
the day after today? Now at the track in
Arlington Heights the horses run sweaty
towards the curve where the sun sinks down.
The night is coming very slowly, dragged
by the clouds on their backs. In the garden
behind the house the silence ensconced under
each blade of grass is different. The morning
brings only darkness. The future brings only
darkness. So keep quiet. Smile as you slowly
go.
I enjoyed reading this, thanks.
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