Sport 40: 2012
When childhood ﬁnished
wonder came to an end.
I stood, surely only yesterday,
at the ﬁeld’s edge, where poppy
and camomile told me fairy-tales,
staring with my hand over my eyes
after the setting sun.
In the lime tree, older than war
and older than peace,
hung the Bürgermeister, listening,
head down, to the bees.
He had not meant it to be like this.