Small Automatic Island
Poem
For
Rebecca Guyver
It is as simple as the color blue:
the isle hides in the lonely heart
without any saftey belts.
Have a safe drive
& enjoy your stay,
the hostess said.
What about that loud laughter?
I asked with a soft icecream smile.
Oh, that’s just the water
around the fish.
Guido
Vermeulen
June
17, 2012
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