Midnight
Midnight, midnight is around,
only this - no light, no sound.
Are you thinking? What about?
Murmuring water and squeaks of pen,
the racket of wheels at water mills,
Oh, that vanishes behind the hills?
Miller’s silence, the light of window,
shadows playing puzzling bingo.
Is it really for me?
Smell of cakes from the oldest locker,
The shine of the table, rysky poker,
rumble of the airport –
Is it time for the last accord?
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