Poetry Dispatch No. 83 | June 21, 2006
Hatto Fischer responds in kind…
a bus ride
the wind sitting next to me
an old friend
–Sukasah Syahdan
Dear Norb,
Thanks for that image above.
It reminds of how that movie starts about “the harder they come, the harder they fall” – from birth to being finally subdued by society.
As to the wind being an old friend, here in Athens during the hot summer months we always hope for the cooling wind from the North. When he comes, he slams suddenly doors shut or opens them, throws over flowers or rather large plants in pots, and rattles on old cranked up balcony roofs. ciao, hatto
The wind sets sail
to your words
no longer empty
just listening
like a sea shell
to millions of years
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