Painters travel here from far and wide just to paint the clouds.
Reflected strangely by the water, the light is soft and gauzy
like a dream that doesn’t know it’s being dreamt. In winter,
it warps the shadows with its weight, as there are no shadows
in dreams. Diffusion between particles intertwines the edges.
A place that makes its own light.
XXX Amsterdam - Hollands Licht
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Daniel Carden Nemo is a poet, translator, and photographer. His work has appeared in Magma Poetry, RHINO, Full Stop, Off the Coast, and elsewhere.
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