NL.12 -- Zeedijk

That shop.

The lure-you-in dress, the one you can't miss;

The one you keep seeing.

There it is again,

on the way up, and on the way down.

A shop amidst shops and

humans and herons and pigeons and seagulls.

What pure lines.

But it's a colourful lure, too.

The dress in the window is ridiculous, obvious. Iconic.

Perfect.

The man outside is even better.

Reading. Loving a companion.

(Is he the shopkeeper? Did he set the dress-lure? )

And the majestic cat is best of all.

Soaking up love, my passing eye.

Their makeshift spot. It's of course Outside.

The cat and human are inimitably Dutch. Amsterdammers.

In the glorious slanting sun. In the suddenly cool air again. Their dress.

On the crazy-ass Zeedijk.

Its street-path serpentining,

serpentining up to Nieuwmarkt.

and to what's been my home.

* photographs, drawings, and watercolours by Kenneth Mills

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