I thought I’d visit my neighbor
instead of myself. I’d seen him sitting there
many a time, in the window,
bent over his lunch. And yes,
Come in, he said, I see you go by.
What’s gone by in him is 92 years,
51 of which were spent playing
in the Utrecht City Orchestra.
In the war they stuck him
in a German munitions factory,
where the Poles and the French and the Dutch
were all saboteurs,
and the boss, a German,
was a pretty good guy.
This neighbor, Piet,
has pictures of the boss’s daughter.
He’s lived in that house for 60 years.
He’s got an open leg
and can’t go out. But he’s
sweet as sunshine,
shining while we make our way.