clicking silverware cooking noodles
salty like the sweat
I ran off when I needed to stop
thinking about you
for once
Who knew acorns
could be jelly or how chewy
fishskin gets
That streets are for pedestrians
and I should cover my shoulders now
cut my arm you'll smell the green
because I am
the new things like dew on my face
still refreshing
and sweet
dewdrops to raindrops
from a grayer sky rain
to teardrops soon I will hate this place
The trick will be waiting for love again
A beautiful poem. Cherish these new and still fresh impressions from Kroea. Soon you will get used to the environment and it will be more difficult to liquify your feelings into words. And words is the new capital of the budding semantic capitalism, rememeber? Dad
ReplyDeleteI wish I could write poems (and titles!) like you. They're so full of personal experience and inside info, but still they are so palpable. And the punchlines! They always make my heart melt.
ReplyDeleteI also think it's fantastic when I can understand more about your poem because of another blog entry. It's a real insider treat!
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