Brennessel überziehen

                                                             ausgetretene Wege

 

                                                             zur Insel hin

                                                             fliegen die Dohlen

 

                                                            die in Türmen nisteten

 

                                                            später, Raben zugleich

 

                                                            brennende Stäbe

                                                            Leuchtfeuer der Nacht

 

                                                         im Nachen dösen dahin

 

                                                        Altäre zu suchen

                                                       die es nicht mehr gibt

 

                                                       die Weiden

                                                       singen das Lied

 

                                                      das Lied vom Ufer und Strom

 

                                                      die Pappeln stehen still

 

                                                      Vögel schwirren in der Luft

 

                                                      Bienen summen

                                                                   die Fischer

                                                                   werfen ihre Netze

 

                                                                   die Hoteliers

                                                                   kassieren ab

 

                                                                   Fahrräder

                                                                   verstellen den Weg

 

 
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