Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Twelve Minutes in Scandinavia

more splash than silver
the sea’s surface leaps up
to the nightless night
so much hunger
rising

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no stars, no moon
and still
no darkness—
here is a good place
to learn about longing

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dark rye bread,
dark rye bread, hard boiled
egg and dark
rye bread dark
rye bread

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swan in the inlet,
swan beside the fallen tree—
every swan
a swan
worth pausing for

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running around
the same lake twice—
nothing else the same

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alone outside
on a morning swing, the world
gets big again

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top of the roller
coaster my reluctance
gapes at the bottom

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in the square
a man squeezes his accordion
an old world tune
though I am still I feel
every cell waltzing

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concourse Z
the young girl hides in the maze
from passport control
the hard silence falls
I do not keep the peace

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driving under the sea
I try to think of anything but
driving under the sea

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not expecting
the sweetness of the strawberry
the strawberry
tastes ten thousand times
sweeter

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after weeks
without seeing stars I learn
to wish on the whole sky

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