aUTUMN NIGHT
MARTIN REINTS
The uneasiness in my bowels
reminds me of my intestines
I’m lying in bed my legs itching
the spider sitting on the worktop in the afternoon
has dropped down into the sink
and is waiting
the rain starts to fall down onto the roof of the house
and the grass in the garden
one of the raindrops shatters on the washing line
another raindrop grazes
the refuse bin and dashes against a paving stone
another raindrop ends up on a leaf falling from the sycamore tree
and runs along a nerve to the edge of the leaf
and goes over the edge, lets go of the leaf and
goes into free fall once more and will
when the time comes
disappear among the grass stems, in a different spot from where
the sycamore leaf is presently going to land.
reminds me of my intestines
I’m lying in bed my legs itching
the spider sitting on the worktop in the afternoon
has dropped down into the sink
and is waiting
the rain starts to fall down onto the roof of the house
and the grass in the garden
one of the raindrops shatters on the washing line
another raindrop grazes
the refuse bin and dashes against a paving stone
another raindrop ends up on a leaf falling from the sycamore tree
and runs along a nerve to the edge of the leaf
and goes over the edge, lets go of the leaf and
goes into free fall once more and will
when the time comes
disappear among the grass stems, in a different spot from where
the sycamore leaf is presently going to land.
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