Pausing at the Dutch Border

We pause at the Dutch border
in flowering fields of bright red
tulips and rows of poplars stretching
into space as though we somehow
got trapped inside a Van Gogh
painting completely dazzled until
we hear the chime of a church
bell from a steeple in Sluis
gently drawing us back to
where we think we are.

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