~*~

There...
there in your woretorn cardigan-pocket
where there always was
the arctic bareness of absence

in every new dawn's silent hourglass-seconds
your tired fingers
frail like a fertile long-time-ago elusively reached
for threads to pull

within the still unbroken wastelands of your forehead
so clearly was sensed
four days away only

the mires of Haukivuoma
the rapids of Karikoski

(Patrique 16 Dec 2014)

L Patrik W Johansson english version 18 Dec 2014

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