blue me, wandering beside blue canal –

I  laugh at a hawsered laundry of


bicycles everywhere;  stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums

yet these two, almost kissing

a chaste synapse separating blue and


red lights, not chaste, yet separated from me

by the synapse of canal and too little money

so: blue me

Amsterdam images, compressed into poesy, from vagabond visits in 1985 and 1986

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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