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Feb 2021
Sitting on a bench
of the ferry in Vianen
she rashly reaches for her
slipping bicycle.
Her foot accidentally
kicks mine.

A sincere
look of sorry.

No stream is
wide enough
to forget her
tender eyes.

The ferry docks.
The ramp is free again.
She disappears along the **** —
my fresh emotions
forever
unfound.
Foot ferries, i.e. small ferries for pedestrians and often cyclists, are quite common in the Netherlands. Vianen is a small Dutch town on the river Lek, a stretch of the river Rhine. If you're not logged in, and see ****, please note that the censored word is "d i k e" (levy). Obviously the algorithms used by this site aren't very smart.
A Henslo
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