His God a vintner
on charming countesses'
estates spreading wide on
the shores of Rhein or Danube,
you could greet
that God as he labours in a garden
while you walk past composing,
and he would nod, politely,
and those he considered people
free from the shackles
of labour and kin
like an autumn leaf
free to be blown
through the boulevards
and letters, unbound
and homeless.
10.-15.11.2025
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