Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Garten, und so weiter

Lingering longer over land
I will not be melted by man

Turn to the sea
to the ice-floes beyond the sea
the fields
I left my heart under the Linden tree

I am haunting the flagstones
where Ottmar releases spiders

To ignore your flesh
I pluck the Pfefferminz
Longing for terrain
is practical
not imaginary
like wanting your words
to keep from cutting
so clean

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