dinsdag 8 mei 2012

Spring weather


Spring weather
Reminds me of brimming airports
The smell of pre-wrapped buns
And far-away restaurants
Walking in another’s slippers
Surprisingly fitting
Small kitchens and bigger quarrels
Crazy car drivers
Nearly bumping us into the ditch
Bright sea and ferocious winds
Yet warm shelter
Just the two of us gazing at sundown
While seagulls cackle in a foreign language
All my best memories,
Tucked into an over spilling suitcase.