blue me, wandering beside blue canal –
I laugh at a hawsered laundry of
bicycles:
bicycles everywhere; stacked, leaning, piled, jumbled in scrums
yet these two, almost kissing
a chaste synapse separating blue and
red:
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