SPOONBILL
At the reedy fringe
where I take out my friend
bunnies hop
in the light
I drink
from the guys
at the top of my voice
I sing my swansong
Hoarse throats valley of tears
is how I sharpen the nightlight
is how I stir the supper
is how I shake off
Droplets stray
into the dark.
© Tjitse
Hofman, 2001
© translation
Willem Groenewegen, 2001
From: Rottend
Staal Online, 2001