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Bob Austin

Academie van Bouwkunst, Amsterdam, Master of Architecture


hello black paper
I had been looking at a painting
and I gazed for minutes
standing in front of my window

I walked into a garden
to look at a tree
and I saw its bark
become black

Hello Bark I said
and I felt the wind
and heard the leaves bristle
in its arms

I looked from where it was reaching
and saw a cloud approach
in a frantic drift
twirling the air below