Old meeting
room
On the
pushed-together tables
stands a tray with
cups
a glass bowl with
sachets of milk-powder
a glass bowl with
sachets of sugar
and a packet of
tea-bags
thermos flasks,
cabinets from a distant past
a flap-over fallen
into disuse like
an easel in the
south of France
where the air
shimmers with the heat
so that the
cypresses look like filmed cypresses
an empty,
undulating landscape with stone walls
and desolate
country cottages
museums with old
attendants on folding chairs and
successful
directors who
walk past while
looking at the paintings
cars in car parks
school buses with
schoolchildren.
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