Howl
Today I earned 90
kroner polishing windows.
Roof sirens from
the fjord, it’s snowing
heavy, wet flakes.
Shoes
standing by the
stove.
When I close my
eyes I see the starry sky:
The Great Bear
on the way to its
winter lair
or to other bears:
oh yes
I have the
occasional thought too, the clock ticks,
here people are a
long way off,
40 years perhaps.
After all, I often say
to myself, after
all it is absence,
that colourless
distance
that drives us
together, time after time.
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