I like the way the horses keep running
after the race is done. I savor the last
flowers of autumn, the last glass of wine.
I prefer landscapes void of humans.
It is not a love affair with the past.
I am glad all that is done as well. It’s
the pleasure of resting on my oars,
the sweet taste of solitude, not loss.
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