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Brussels sprouts

What was wordy symbols becomes the information that I need

everything familiar becomes an oasis

everything unfamiliar a new friend waiting to be discovered.

Brussels fills me with waffles of new ideas

new possibilities, after two years of old hat.

Now here’s another life to live better than the one

before – fragility bears strength.

Making my connection

with ‘vous est tres gentil’ 

contactless senses and a plastic card with virtual money

‘bonjour, hello’ my constant greeting

smiling at kids and dogs and beggars and kindness 

every sun has a meaning that could be useful or make me fluent in something that even locals can’t pinpoint on a map

frites on the air somewhere, everywhere

chips cooked twice, chip biscuits.