Mischa Andriessen Biography

The father says, Jump.
Will you catch me? asks the son.
Trust me.
Up on the sideboard the son hesitates
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Lamb on the table.
The men in the room
laugh and betray their claim
on the stocks of wine and spirits.
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Two shadows, he opened
the door, did as he was told
by pulling on his shoes, walked
with the steaming coats, accepted
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She was going to be angry, definitely.
You hurried, slowed, then
ran on some more, no time
for boys, you thought.
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Father was standing outside the front door.
The son sent him away, waited
long days until he came back,
chased him off again and again
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