Wednesday, 3 March 2021

Klaus Høeck: 'Password', p. 57

 















     the ceps (boletus

edulis) are waiting for

     us though we will ne

 

     ver find them – or old

married couples out stealing

     apples – not to men

 

     tion the poet who

is caught like a purse-snatcher

     (no i didn't say

 

     verse-snatcher) – yes

it's exactly that time of

     year precisely now

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