Summer

From now on, in the evening

After I put my children to bed

I can slip into my old running shoes

And hurry across the street to an old reservoir

To watch the sunset.

I always have company:

A woman in a yellow boho blouse

A teenage boy on a squeaky bike

A couple with a glass of red for two.

We stand not too close to each other

And soak in the orange light

While slowly turning

Opposite from the sun.

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