swedish midsummer
sun shines tonight
over every door and club remain closed
no people are to be seen
in this empty town only the fool
plays his flute for five hundred birds
and bears, deers and foxes 'round a fountain
finally returning to their real houses
from our wild human forest
where women dances with trees
and men then drinks them down in the moss
so far from every hotel balcony
we once more miss our window world of wooden peace
as pigeons stepped into mirrors as pigs
wWw
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