Follow the line

Vladimir Huber > Poems > Follow the line

Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971

Follow the line

By Vladimir Huber

We need them, it’s a pity.
They are normal, it’s a pity.
We are normal, it’s a pity.
Look at that freak, he said;
Look at what he does, was the echo;
he is so simple, everybody agreed.
He is not like us.

A flower smiled, a bird sung.
The trees couldn’t stop laughing.
The creatures of Nature
couldn’t hold themselves.
A fire came,
the people felt better.