on the bridge between pleasure plaza (discrete
and personal) and burrito brothers
the bronze statue of a dancer stands
a snapshot
of joyous movement

a father with two playful girls
kneels next to the plinth
looking for the qr code

the girls bend out over the canal

sometimes i too act like a child
and search for my faces in the water
you never know who will look back

o, margaretha!

the wind swoops under the bridge
not really catching any of us
in its endless motion

Translation: David Colmer