i)

a hot tree party
what a time
a lesson learned
carrying water
how the children
played..

trapped in the dance
hawkwind slayed
us
no mercy
stuck for months
we raved..

ii)

after i went to
the lowlands
my old van
in among
the daffodils

and carp-
after such a cold
winter and a
mad spring
on our bicycles

a harp sky
after sundry
breakdowns
tears like clock-
works
man at c and a..
spinning cheeses
i would go

see fiet
who was nice
and in a remarkably
small area
in a canal boat
had many
cats and dogs and
a chicken and served
tea..

she told of her life
¨when i was a lady..¨
sometimes war
broke out
skaters would glide
by
piles of beautiful
old books..


and a cat on top
she told me of
jan steen
and through her
i saw love
once some children
brought a swan
they thought dead
but she(fiet)
blew up it´s nose
and it flew off..
who was most surprised..lol..

she had one small dog
who went everywhere
with her
it perched high in
the passenger seat
of her 2cv..
with a smile and
windswept fur..
possessive and guarded..

fiet was a journalist
but she grew tired
as we do
she was kind
an interesting mind
she was someone to
lift the chill
and she apologised
for the mess
well,it was sunday
we ate chess nuts!
while the cats and
dogs and chicken
played..