Liesbeth V. Hafenrichter Biography

Nameless trees fallen along the cycle path bear their last blossom,
as if cut for a vase. But once at home bulky, almost ridiculous.
That's what you get if you want to own everything.
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Here it was, where my father used to lite a fire
Serious, talking to himself.
We would play school,
Squatted, like girls wearing patent leathers do
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