Random Night-Thoughts
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Mihaela Pirjol
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My neck is cracking
whilst looking at the moon,
a cat is meowing in the neighbourhood:
interrupting my meditation;
so I go inside and write.
And as I write, I see a fly
finding its bed for tonight
at the tip of a coniferous branch
in my vase; and suddenly, I realise,
I had too many beers tonight…
But I comfort myself
with the thought, that
without drink, probably
I would have not noticed the moon,
the cat, the fly, and myself
acknowledging
that I had too many beers!
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