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from the February 2004 issue: Prose Tangos

“One fine day it was night”

One fine day it was night.
I seemed to be just
about to catch my first
fish. Suddenly it allconspires against me.
It was too late
to unbait my hook.


I head for home,


humming in my sleep,
to worship the dark-
ness, with pounding heart.



From Springvossen (Amsterdam: De Bezige Bij, 2000). By arrangement with the estate of Hans Faverey.

February 2004
Prose Tangos
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