An Excerpt from Anecdotes by Heinrich von Kleist
I'm happy. I can't reply to comments.
As if trapped in a fading past yet still eloquent, yearning.
No more pecking at your reflection!
It might as well be gated, this seaward sloping patch of land, administered by the municipality, paved and policed at public expense, appearances…
It is the confection insisted upon.
Geese fly north. They occupy whatever turfed land they can find. 
From ground to branch, flowering season has begun in earnest. 
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