> _We talk pirates,_  
> _collectibles,_  
> _some history_  
> _and food, of course,_  
> _as we roam_  
> _the city behind the dunes._

Aimlessly wandering around a city. On foot. That is what the Dutch word _banjeren_, the title of this post, means. It doesn't have to be in the city, but when I found this poem it was in the city. My hometown The Hague. We wandered through streets bearing the name of captains of centuries ago. Captains who had won battles on the world's oceans. But these captains, our 'heroes', were pirates to the other sea-faring nations of the time. And, of course, the other way around.

Then we had delicious artisanal ice cream, walked past historic buildings, visited some lovely shops and ended with a delicious Flammkuche. A German treat, but as we have lived in Germany, that was a nice bit of personal history.

And somewhere along that route, I found this poem.

_The poem above is_ _[a highku](https://zora.co/collect/base:0x2b294ecec262b02327a8ea8e752739b79b474c15/1?referrer=0xb31faa5c1d581c70f4b6ed095c944936cbd2a357)_, a form inspired by the haiku and the higher culture on Farcaster.

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### Poésie de la vie

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The Hague from above. Enjoy your flight.

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Banjeren