Waste cans


	Waste cans are tossed by the wind,
	Their tinkle subsides, though it blows:
	'I speak with a whispering voice,
	I gently unfold your eyes
	To spread out a new landscape,
	Where I name plants and flowers,
	I grant you solace in my palms, in peace,
	My words, gestures and promise are clear:
	Pass on my love to all mankind.'        










Udo Frentzen 1990 - 2012