Mario Odekerken

November 19,1959- Maastricht
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Silly thinking

I thought the moon might fit in my pocket,
that trees hum lullabies when no one listens,
that maybe socks disappear to start new lives
somewhere warmer,somewhere wild.

I wondered if puddles dream of being oceans,
if ants tell ghost stories about falling crumbs,
if laughter, once set loose,never really stops
---
only hides in the corners of windy afternoons.

Nothing made sense,
and everything felt possible.
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