Dorothea-Buck-Park

In the morning still half asleep, on the leash the dog,

as he went alone

towards the highway,

where he met no one.

Loud yet to his ears

the deaf grey and nothing but sheet metal and concrete.

Before his feet

a sudden green,

and people faraway who greet the sky,

heard silence

as never so loud.

Two becomes one and

one becomes everything. Where else could one

find a park above the autobahn so still,

where noisy cars

driving below - on and on?!