(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
winks at the same time with different eyes, chats
and laughs and makes fun, throws sarcasm
in Dutch, throws sarcasm in English, reads
in silence and squiggles its toes, cooks
fabulous meal from barely nothing, only
what’s at the small town bar/grocery, talks
of the spirit, of the body, the power of thought,
the dreams of energy, carries a heavy load
in backpack, walks blisterless with magic foot
cream, carries troubles and laughter, one heavy
as hell and the other lighter than air, and
makes the pilgrimage all the way from Holland to Santiago.
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