poem
when all are
arch enemies
there will be
a kind of explosion
everyone will retreat
into one's shell
now and then
they will stretch out
their feelers
sometimes just one
to be on the safe side
(AW, June 2026)
haiku
June air
a concrete bridge
a former trust
be careful
impostors are
on the prowl
over there
the loveliest
colours but
no nectar
nothing to offer
no kind word
for you and me
June clouds
more things hidden
than some think
Grugapark (Essen, North Rhine-Westphalia); photo: Martin G. Wienert (2026)
last May Sunday
in its luggage
ongoing sultriness
(AW, May 2026)
still muggy
people post
about mysticism
elsewhere about
the fuel prices
side by side
hidden bands
around
this that