like walking past a tree
and getting the idea of fingers
or calling him a chap
passing a woman
without passing her
grasping the radius of circle
without looking at your watch
perhaps a stone
the patience of the soil
the inside of the mouth
or why even in daytime
the moon shows
look, mama, without words
donderdag 3 januari 2008
Empathy
gemailed op 04:16
van / from : Adriaan Krabbendam
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