Across Wijndruf Bridge <br />a highly spouting <br />fountain is walking <br />if the bridge <br />can carry it <br /> <br />asleep in the <br />clay-green river water <br />a swan-white plastic <br />bag <br />suckers beneath <br />the water-lily leaves <br />bait-swallowing love couples <br />banged on the <br />slopes <br /> <br />unemployed recycable <br />aluminum cans are <br />kissing the shoulders <br />of one another <br />the blonde night's <br />helmet-bearing festival is <br />shining blue <br /> <br />separating <br />would consorts like <br />healed broken bones <br />from their plasters <br />the memorial grove's <br />blind female statue <br />with a melting <br />soft ice cream <br />in her hands<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quiet-river-whisper-called/
