Across Wijndruf Bridge
a highly spouting
fountain is walking
if the bridge
can carry it

asleep in the
clay-green river water
a swan-white plastic
bag
suckers beneath
the water-lily leaves
bait-swallowing love couples
banged on the
slopes

unemployed recycable
aluminum cans are
kissing the shoulders
of one another
the blonde night's
helmet-bearing festival is
shining blue

separating
would consorts like
healed broken bones
from their plasters
the memorial grove's
blind female statue
with a melting
soft ice cream
in her hands

Mikael Ejdemyr

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