PLAZA Poem by Joke van Leeuwen
PLAZA
No breath of wind. And yet a man held a woman
firmly fast, a woman a child. The small legs moved
all on their own. Up there on a string a balloon
like a fish. Up there the sun, all ablaze.
The child no longer held the fish. Look how it
rose, waved to him. What is it? What is it?
The man let go of the woman, ran into the air,
cleared it out completely.
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