Page 15 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10
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A leaf

                   I look at the sky through a sawn leaf,

                   it's good that I only see small


                   extracts from the blue cocoon of the


                   I can move the leaf to the right or

                   further north or south-

                   whatever comes to mind

                   I can cover the ugliness, cover what I

                   don't want to see;

                   I wish fear and stupidity were objects

                   - I could bring the worn leaf  closer to

                   my eye and  they would be gone


                   I look into this chafing and see the

                   Scottish tartan of clouds, beech trees

                   and pines

                   dried grass, all of them  like puzzle

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