August Afternoon After At Coffee. Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the sun is disappearing.
and it is showing.
it is like the game
of blind man's, hide and seek.

I am sitting in the armchair.
a window is open. I have
the birds in the vicinity,
it is probably working on the roof.

noise on outside.
very well I can hear, it is reaching
without obstacles. stimulated birds.
great cloud will head in our direction.

badly it is predicting on tomorrow.
now next the coffee oud will head
in our direction. badly it is predicting
on tomorrow. now next the coffee

and the opposite effect.
in a minute, the sleep will be
and the opposite effect.
in a minute, the sleep will be


stronger up to the morning...