"Then they went away too."
Hardly had I known them.
I also hardly stayed behind.
I would have liked to write something
down, but I had forgotten to writeit down. If you listen
to people, it's all about a future
which lives in a pebble and is as smooth
as the self-same pebble. Now and again
I own such a pebble as well: a moment
before I've thrown it away.
From Springvossen (Amsterdam: De Bezige Bij, 2000). By arrangement with the estate of Hans Faverey.