taking care of the place
light at night ja
Sometimes at night I like to talk to myself
in the dark, on the way home, on my bike
and then Berlin you drive me crazy with desire
for you, the trees which flicker over my back
like beetles’ wings, going light and dark, light
and heavy, all three at once
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“the trees which flicker over my back
like beetles’ wings…” I really like this!
Thank you, Rob! It’s a pleasure to have poets’ company on here. I have been reading some of yours at robwalkerpoet with great enjoyment.