DENMARK (Schelzel)



Like mist or a daydream

made of substance

can you feel it?

buildings brown of a gray downtown

in the twilight

can you see it?

photographs

typographs

in the papers did you read it?

stop and blink

just what would you think

in the meantime does it matter much at all?



Denmark came and Denmark marked my soul



Songs for a real crowd in a cafe

full of listeners

know your tongue

and they know your man

in the crowd now did ya see her

airplanes

window panes

misting up the viewpoint

stop and blink

as I stop to think

I wonder would I miss her much at all



Denmark came and Denmark marked my soul



Muse for damp heart

in a country living softly

countless walks on a timeless way

in a body

filled with coffee

poetry

irony

of the moment

can you hear it?

stop and blink

as I stop to think

I wonder will I miss this much at all