It’s been just over a year since I’ve become friends with this wonderful, kind and talented Belgian. I will never forget those first emails we exchanged and so for this year I’ve made a black out poem from the very first ones you sent me. Who knew there was poetry to be found in them?
(I haven’t changed any typos/text in any way)
This poem touches on the hope I meet you someday, the comforting words you’ve offered and things I have learned.
Happy birthday, Elisa. Pigeon and friend.
The Olive Grove| <(") 