Thursday Afternoon - Poem by Oskar Hansen
I came to Portugal for its summer weather
now I`m here for her winters
when the sun shines in my back yard and
protected by old walls, warms my face.
till four o`clock when it gets too low not
reaching over the wall and it is time to go
inside and start doing some serious reading.
The dog that is not mine but likes to enter
lies in the sun away from the cold wind, has
gone too, chasing cats that view dogs with
imperial disdain, and I`m full of years need
no tea for my evening meal.
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