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Gatta Bo, The Lawn-Mower & The Bells

This morning I am indebted
to the dark, smooth swell
of a power lawn-mower,
mumbling and humming
in the near distance
behind series of tenement houses
laid low under the heavens;
the smooth brown swell of an engine,
rising and sinking
in the back of my mind,
my weariness resting
under a thin coat of acoustic paint,
where I lie like a ship,
secure and protected,
harboured and moored
behind apartment walls

Today I am indebted
to bodies dressed as they like,
treading town upright,
up and down, walking
this way and that,
in ever-changing patterns
across the town square
as I sit back comfortably
in the sun at eleven AM
outside Kumlins' coffee shop,
resting my mind

I am indebted today
to old acquaintance Gatta Bo
who steps out of a distant past,
joining me
at the coffee shop
in the sun
bringing forth a multitude
of lively bygones
out of culture layers well hidden
below a brand new now

and in my blessed, immortalized
I am indebted
to the church bells of the town
hitting it off at 12 noon,
filling all corners and crevasses
and all ears,
all bodies and corpses
with their metallic

and I am indebted
to my alliance
with science
and the shot
that I got

Fri vers (Fri form) av Ingvar Loco Nordin VIP
Läst 13 gånger
Publicerad 2021-05-18 17:39

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