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PECCADILLO
Emile Molhuysen
Tina Stanton
Yura Runov


new summer moon
glossy first quarter
just feeling pregnant

the park fountain filled
with laughing children

pink evening clouds
best time to swim alone
in silent waters

diving to dark depths
finding filled glasses

multi-coloured bottles
line the booth -
harvest moon festival

a drunk blissfully asleep
a dry leaf on his cheek


playing hide and seek
scarlet sun in scarlet maples -
autumn's evening chill

at a distance she's talking
- in body language

Valentine's Day -
petals from his roses
scattered on white silk

one love card received, five sent -
bold step into the future

excessive hope -
searchlight on the millennium
still has enough fuel

January in NASA
a puff of smoke fills the sky

this bright moon's call
a dazed roof-walker
takes one extra step

winter lights behind him -
happy with his huge shadow

humming...
by the front door
sneakers replace boots

playing with parents' shoes -
new pair for boy in nine months?

her first spring
kitty finds a fluffy flower
and sneezes

airing out winter -
a bird song enters on the breeze

another spring...
the closet and spirit
fills with light

first raindrops of the year
make ice so slippery

couple's first weekend
filled with expectations
how lucky they are ... yet

conducting the radio -
Friday night traffic

a strange bed
a strange lady's smile -
Saturday morning

sunbeam on wrinkled body
remembering the adultery

her first husband
yellowed and faded...
empty tissue box

wet wind of March -
fewer white spots in my world

last year's virginal love
forgotten in spring
missing memory trace

a faded picture on the milk carton -
have you seen her?

a sunken ship
sails snow-white walls now
and sinks again and again


mermaid dived into hiding
autumn is now setting in
leaves turning around

on water's surface
circles getting crazy

across the table - lost
in his coffee mug

on the verandah
mixing scotch on the rocks
with moonlight

volplane into the unknown
spring leaf's only journey

blooming narcissus
spill onto the dining table -
spring winds

same moon and nightingales -
same silly joy of living

 

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