today at the Brucher Dam
from old poems
about 1979
spring in Freiburg at the same
Dümpel, skiff,
the abandoned bridge.
Icy water flows around your
planks
cold wind
zurrt at the cover.
But at Kai
already blooming Pusekätzchen,
on your mast
hear the bird song of spring.
(c) Annette Gonserowski
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