Unangekündigte Poesie
And suddendly there was a poem again
In the cold white light of the selecta
At the harbour where the boats are sheltered.
The blinking orange light on the other side of the lake
Calmly sending its warning across the perfectly still surface
Reflecting the colors of the sky with the clouds
A dark blue
It's after sunset.
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