the water floating by is the water
I can see
the boat in which I lie rocks
with my legs over the side
I almost sail into a bank
there is a tree on a plain behind me
there is a tall sky above us
with my head stretched back
I wait for an echo
from the walls of the houses
I pass by
where they will all gaze through the windows
where red and green fireworks are
dragged upwards one by one
Translated by Willem Groenewegen
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