CROSSING BOARDER FESTIVAL HOLLAND -POEM ANA CHRISTY

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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 houses fields of soft poppies moving in dismal rain 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 around wet streets emphasized the importance of it all

I pick lavender with you along garden paths/walk along the canals of Amsterdam drink espresso in your coffee houses mingle with the best of your poets and musicians in backstage dressing rooms on folding/drinking wine and smoking legal pot

Holland you have bought me here in the rain travel-tired and cold with wet luggage/a fist of unfamiliar guilder in the palm of my hand/ wanting my poems about America to shake you up just a little bit. Ana Christy.

From “REAL JUNKIES DON’T EAT PIE”

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