so much depends
upon
a red
BMW
fresh polished after
the rain
beside the black
valet
“THERE’S NO THROUGH TRAIL” —HAN-SHAN, TRANSLATED BY GARY SNYDER
With apologies to William Carlos Williams and, well, everyone really
by David Heidenstam
About David Heidenstam
David Heidenstam grew up in Norfolk, England, in the 1950s, and now divides his time between there and Vietnam. His journeys have included hitch-hiking through Iraq just after the Ba’ath party came to power, two Atlantic sailboat crossings, and taking his father travelling in the last years of his life. In the 1970s he was one of those responsible for the Body books series, which went into 16 languages and in many cultures gave ordinary people health & body information for the first time. As well as poetry, he has published a stage play set in the Garden of Eden, and a book of microfictions, Tales for my dog. His ‘sort of retrospective blog’ is at davidheidenstam.com/footloose.
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