I love the light
in Tuebingen
streaming down Marktgasse,
flooding in my beautiful blue eyes.
In this light,
I see
the good times
I have dwelt in here
over the bowling years:
the chemistry of Goethe,
the love of books
and poetry that sings
with the joyous swifts,
screeches with
the very pain of life.
This town
casts a glow
in me,
throws me lifelines
to write with,
fishing for ideas
in the sweeping river:
boats
of finished pamphlets
nodding at me
in the sunshine.
I love the light
in Tuebingen
streaming down Marktgasse,
flooding in my beautiful blue eyes.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
