AMSTERDAM AND BEYOND 1974

A GIRL IN AMSTERDAM AT A CAMPING SITE IN 1974 AND A BOYFRIEND.

We visited
the Van Gogh museum,
said Dalya, Benny and I,
he loves his art, has

a Sunflowers print on
his wall at home he said,  
I love Amsterdam,
love the laid backness of it,

we went to
the Anne Frank Haus,
too, hauntingly sad,
my Jewish relations

brings it home.
Benny came to my tent
(the fat dame was off
visiting the sights)

and we made love,
hoping she'd not return
too soon or at all,
the sounds from the camp-site

loudspeakers, rock music,
guitars and drums,
a slight wind shaking
the canvas, the sleeping bag

rough beneath me.
Van Gogh speaks to me
Benny had said, the yellows
and black, the assumed

madness, the birds,
cornfields, the sun.
I prefer Monet, I love his art,
his capture of nature

and the wild,
the touch of brush.
After making love
we lay smoking and talking,

I thought of the last
few days left before
homeward bound,
the farewell,

the parting
at the English shore,
we kissed
and made love once more.