lördag 11 augusti 2007

one foot in the grave

& the other in the
sea. sitting at a table
in the shade. young
face all wrinkled with
delight. talking in his
very own tongue to the
sparrows & the flowers
& the house & the
wind. listening intently
to the cars. might they
have some
thing interesting to
add to the conversation? the
train stops at every
farm on the short
distance between the
towns. & the foot in the
grave is moved to a near
by island before

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