cool summer nights
windows open
lamps burning
fruit in the bowl.
and your head on my shoulder
these the happiest moments in the day.
next to the early morning hours
of course. and the time
just before lunch
and the afternoon, and
early evening hours.
but i do love
but i do love
these summer nights
even more, i think.
than those other times.
the work finished for the day.
and no one who can ever reach us now.
or ever.
poem by raymond carver
photo by stellou
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