#6 summer solstice

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A June morning, 

too soon to wake,

too late to fall asleep again.

I must go out--

the greenery is dense

with memories, 

they follow me with their gaze.

They can't be seen,

they merge completely into

the background, true chameleons.

They are so close
that I can hear them breathe

though the birdsong is deafening.

--  Memories Look at Me: A Memoir 
by Tomas Tranströmer, Robin Fulton (Translator)

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