Poetry, Uncategorized

MEMORIES OF AMSTERDAM

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Winds blow in from the Zuider Zee

Showering leaves from the golden tree,

As we sat on the stoep of your canal-side house

(Around the corner from the Rembrandthuis),

Sipping our koffie as bikes pedalled past,

Warming our hands on the steaming glass.

 

 

The sweet, familiar smell of weed

Wafted along on the autumn breeze

Past towering façades with stepping gables,

Taking our time at coffee shop tables,

Exploring this city of carnal pleasures,

Winding canals & artists’ treasures.

 

 

Those redolent visions live just in my head,

The waterways speak to me instead

Of furtive infidelity:

These streets hold no memories of you & me.

The windmills and bridges, the cobblestone view

Now spoiled by cuckolded thoughts of you.

 

 

Is she sitting upon your stoep

Sipping her koffie?  Am I the dupe?

What small secrets do you share

In the gabled house with the winding stair

Beneath the tree with the golden leaves

Blown by winds from the Zuider Zee?

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