PILGRIMAGE
I was so much concerned
about the black sun
that I didn’t see
the little Cherokee girl.
She was sitting all the time
on the banks of the creek
picking wild flowers
caressing the grass
she once sat with her dad
an early morning in Spring.
I almost forgot about you, and
him, but I feel your presence
and see that your eyes
have grown in his looks
every day more, and more, and
more alike him the longer he left
more distance comes closer
whilst water is slowly streaming by.
(for Annmarie Sauer)
Hannie Rouweler
Uit: Moving Spots
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