Like mist or a daydream real
made of substance
can you feel it?
buildings brown (of in a gray downtown)
in the twilight
can you see it?
photographs
typographs
in the papers did you read it?
stop and blink
as I pause to think
I wonder does it matter much at all?
Denmark came and a Denmark marked my soul
Songs for a real crowd in a cafe
full of listeners
know your tongue
and they know your man
in the crowd now did you see her?
airplanes
window panes
and a misting of the viewpoint
stop and blink
as I stop to think
I wonder would I miss her much at all
Denmark came and a Denmark marked my soul
Muse for damp heart
in a country living softly
countless walks on a timeless way
in a body filled with coffee
poetry
irony
of the moment
can you feel it?
stop and blink
as I stop to think,
I wonder will I miss this much at all?