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05.09.2018 / Blog 029
A house
for you and me
on the island BLOG 029
with big windows
toward the sea
big enough
for eternal light
should a ship
lose it’s course
in summer hunt the swallows
all around us
the street dusty
we have time
sit motionless in the garden
busy with idleness
we are staring at the pale sky
or on the street leading from A to B
from the sea blows the
mouldy smell
of flotsam
across to us
a dead swan
rots in the sea mole
many days later
in November light
are we stumbling
through our gardens
over grey earth
and our old thoughts
bleached out like rotten wood
under our feet
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