Polderland
Like hovering
reflections
the short-statured
horses graze
the green water of
the light polders
The animals
disappear and re-emerge
in the angled
light, the brain-light
Weightless
It is after the
re-emergence, april
The rest over
years of the
huge fields
that has rooted in
a new vegetation
Grass-warblers,
avenues of windflowers
and the nights’
carmine light
as yet unfolded
Over your cheek-bone
the skin’s terracotta
and my tongue-tip’s
wet petal
The light pauses here
and quenches its thirst
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