IT IS RAINING ON THE FREDERIKSPLEIN
She is standing on the edge of what is just
about to happen and the surrounding trees stiffen
straight up. She folds up promises to others
spitting two words into the unyielding
white water. A dog jumps
over the edge as it begins
to rain in the fountain.
Love had to do with it
but it is only the language that is inclined.
Fountains make similar gestures
and the dog will shake itself out of its coat
if things go on like this. She is not sure about her hand
and where her words touch the water
two dogs begin to dawn.
One without a coat the other without a heart.