Dear Little Owl,
The day I realized
Frogs were made of clouds
Clouds were made of frogs
I jumped into a pond
To catch a winter fish
Lit by moonlight
Lit by shadows dark
Smashing mirrors were no longer
Part of my desires
Smashing desires were no longer
Part of my mirror
A big smile in the rippling waters
Without clothes
Naked I howled
Change is here
To come!
Guido Vermeulen
Art from Lavona Sherarts, USA
Poem as reaction on that art from GV
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