LEAVING AMSTERDAM

I heard a song today and it reminded me of my time in Amsterdam, which I miss. It still feels like home. Here’s something I wrote when I was leaving…

LEAVING AMSTERDAM

Hissing on wet tar,
gliding through a warm
autumn night,
wrapped up in steady
soft whispers,
riders slide quietly by,
bicycles dark,
streetlights echoing fuzzily
on the slick surface.
A yellow tinged, silver moon,
nearly whole,
shadowed by dark trees,
lights overhead
in the misted sky
rising, rising
straight as an arrow
over Vondelpark,
leaving Schiphol.

There are things that
I will miss.

LEAVING AMSTERDAM

LEAVING AMSTERDAM

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