I always race by

the lurking bush over there --


with its pawing arms.


Ik loop altijd snelIch umfliege schnell
langs de loerende struiken --diese lauernden Büsche --

met hun grijparmen.mit den Greifarmen.

Poem H2723
Amsterdam, 2020-06-14
Collection: Bruises
Keyword: Fear: insecurity 
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