Crossing Border Festival- Holland

we travelled the high speed train through
Belgium to Holland
red tiled roofs. streets narrow and people
riding old black bicycles
co-op gardens and small garden-shed
fields of soft poppies moving in dismal
white patched cows lolling in jungle
green grass
crossing tracks in train yards with red trains

in the carriage/2 Belgium men with strange
effeminate sandals whisper in a world I
don not understand
they are wearing matching t-shirts and
seem to have a message

that week in holland/sunny afternoon
making love on make-shift bed –
the children outside making happy. noise

buildings of the hippie complex on Albert
Schweitzer boulevard in childlike colored
panels of turquoise and green all looked
the same

down two flights of stairs in the ghandi
room/Merle our companion practicing
his new poem
our performances critical-posters all
over town/in. store windows announcing
our readings and blowing…

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