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Green for When the Bergs Tip Over


Green for When the Bergs Tip Over               


“No more than five pennies cost the parsley”,

Says He whilst taking a cold beer in De Winter.

I sandwich the words between Dutch and English

(geef me vijf bloemblaadjes van de peterselie).

He says his dog tried to eat one of the peonies.


I return that mine nearly froze in a green pond.

“Those were the winters”, he sighs, profoundly.

Pure, thick ice absorbs small amounts of red light.

Not blue, but green, green because of the knight

And his beautiful blooms of peonies and parsley.

Text: ©Lucia Dove

Image: ©Cheyenne Goudswaard