Traveling
A
Hostel
In
Amsterdam,
Beside
A
Canal,
Water
The
Color
Of
Tar.
Draft
Heineken
At
The
Bar.
‘The
Real
Stuff,’
He
Told
Me,
‘Not
For
Export.
Have
Enough.’
He
Was
On
His
Way
Home
To
Sweden,
I was
Waiting
For
Passage
To
Spain.
He
Was
Young,
And
I was
Vain,
But
We
Caused
No
One
Pain.
The
Next
Day,
I got
On
A
Train,
And
He
Cycled
North
Again.
Not
Much
More
To
Say,
Except
I remember
Him
Every
Day.
A
Hostel
In
Amsterdam,
Beside
A
Canal,
Water
The
Color
Of
Tar.
Draft
Heineken
At
The
Bar.
‘The
Real
Stuff,’
He
Told
Me,
‘Not
For
Export.
Have
Enough.’
He
Was
On
His
Way
Home
To
Sweden,
I was
Waiting
For
Passage
To
Spain.
He
Was
Young,
And
I was
Vain,
But
We
Caused
No
One
Pain.
The
Next
Day,
I got
On
A
Train,
And
He
Cycled
North
Again.
Not
Much
More
To
Say,
Except
I remember
Him
Every
Day.
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