For Derrel Niemeyer
One day, long ago,
I abandoned.
I did not see
enough reason to write again,
although I had made
my debut and my first publication.
.
So I simply tried to live
and it just made me
almost crazy.
.
All that was around me
I devastated, burned
or otherwise destroyed.
.
The beach where I ended up landing while seedy
was on a hill inside the country.
A friend who lived there
welcomed me,
he was expecting me
for some years.
.
« I knew that one day you would come
here in this way.
Because you were not doing that
why you came for into this world. »
.
He served me a cup of coffee
or was it tea? Adding me
a good tip or two, an address and
a telephone number,
.
poet maudit that was so.
.
And here I am ready to launch me
in the orbit around my planet.
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