Thursday, May 3, 2012

Dem Bos in

It came in the form of four squares, corners upturned and soft.
Six strings and two cucumbers.
Attractive wallpaper.
I looked toward the eight ball and read poetry.
Watercolor paints and a postcard.
Copper back-peddling to brake in the rain near the Abbey just in time for jazz.
Sprite green leaves, lilacs in Muinkpark, geuze.
Now on the otherhand, I am going into the forest.

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