My american friend Karen once presented me with a set of fridge poetry. She chose the gardeners edition, I think, since I loved gardening. One of the greatest gifts I ever got. So you will – from time to time – have to put up with the outcome of my attempts to bring some meaning to a very limited amount of words shuffled around on my fridge door.
fp#1
ancient charms
float about
get me drowsy
lure me into twilight zone
will anything protect me
once the passion is wilting
if you cut me
will I not bleed
floatsome 