Treasure Island

Michael Witkowski

(14 July 1973 / Berent)

Anne Frank Where! -Anne Cycle Part 1


Anne Frank where are you
Where you are trees grown
Wrens sing larks chant
Wrens chirp, corws crow
Ashes somewhere- spread,
Mixed with soil
Wind blows- you find them in
Amsterdam, Chicago, Jakarta
I feel am lazy. So I make a bowl full
Muesli - pour refreshing, fridged
Milk onto choccie sickled half hollow shells
And crusty com hued flakes-thinking of you
Ye know, I'd chat you up, if you'd have grown to be older
And I travelled in time- I know l'll chat your sis up!

Submitted: Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, March 15, 2005

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