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A stab in the dark 10




10

Startled by silly words silently soaring
over snow’s dark, fine cover,
the man finds himself in disarray.

A host of long lost images plunges
through an early windy presence
demanding to be named and to be dear.

The sea gently rocks the day
with echoes that flee the light,
rolling over dark below.

The man stands by water,
horizon leads to long distance,
a gull cries.

A Sunday morning bell;
eyes that raced are still.
Glorious peace that eats the heart;
all of that and with regrets
no man ever wanted.

For a moment he dangles;
bait for the ambitious and the ignorant.

No sweet aroma meets the starfish
surfing on dark water’s curve.
Death has no say here,
he alone is the enchanted dance.

The cod tolls for the man,
squid falls at his feet,
grey clouds of shrimps
with wet clams
and weepy secrets
in the foolish eddy of water
fall in darkness.




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Publicerad 2011-09-14 16:32

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