We sat at a canalside cafe

where the waitress told us a charming story

about the man on his little bike

who cycled between the two bridges

to let the boats through.


And at that point the man appeared

pedalling like the wind

like he was being chased

and we laughed, but in a kind way

that day on the canalside

in Weesp, pronounced Vaysp.

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Leon Kamm

Mon 19th Jul 2021 21:55

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