In the afternoon, he took us to the mosque.
The sun darted through, and how!
We rode a while on the donkey.
In the evening, through the streets.
A café decorated with pictures.
Beautiful watercolors.
We ransacked the place buying.
A street scene around a mouse.
Finally someone killed it with a shoe.
We landed at a sidewalk café.
An evening of colors as tender
as they were clear.
Virtuosos at checkers. Happy hour.
Louis found exquisite color tidbits
and I — was to catch them.
(From Paul Klee’s diary, April 1914)
Verbatim Poetry 