FROM THE COUNTRY Poem by Anne Vegter
FROM THE COUNTRY
I liked to purchase cheese.
I bought a cheese at D., cheese-village D.
Then everything shut down in D. as if time was up.
I turned up in time for the cheese, fine.
It turned out spring-cheese.
I chewed as I drank, and left D. blotto on cheese.
Outside I knew a tree.
I waved the spring-cheese, strange goings-on.
Thank god it was Alder, a common, common, common tree.
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