Through puffs of leaf mist, our Amsterdam haze,
Once Jenever has dropped down dry gullets with praise…
I grasp at my vocal strings, struggle to say..
That it’s truly been Oh! such a wonderful day,
Wandering slow, slipping tranquil we go
Two ships in the night, docked within the red light..
Glimmering sprites on particles slight,
Slipping H2O canvas, on this crisp winter night.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Amsterdam, 2016)