Author: Bouwe Brouwer

holiday park
in every cottage
a different summer

single father
my daughter cooks me
a make-believe dinner

the road trip
not as planned –
thistle fluff

an autumn leaf
flutters back to zero
on the hopscotch court

day long rain
the missing numbers
on the remote control

stifling heat
a spoon full of flies
on the motel table

autumn leaves
an old window in the yard
reflects the sky

spring blossoms our newborn before language

abandoned beach house
slowly the dunes
move in

tree stump the unfiltered full moon’s light

blackbird song –
the name of a daughter
i’ll never know

last leaves –
his white breath dissolves
in the garden

day long drizzle —
in the mailbox
one windowed envelope

Normandy Beach the screams of gulls

outgoing tide
the old sailor’s gaze
moves inward