Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "In Lagada, la vita" "In search of Iris" "I, Katrina" "Mauve Mavis" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "In a garden of roses, baby" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
—I'm here to return a heart. —We don't... —It's slightly worn and very tired, but it still beats. —We... —don't accept hearts. I know. This place operates without one. — ... —Don't look so shocked. I used to live here. I had to leave just to find a heart. None for sale or rent within 100 miles. —We... —like it that way. I understand. But this heart is special. —How is that? It looks just like any other heart. —Oh... are you sure? Look closer. — ... —Don't act so afraid. — ... —I traced it back to its owner. —And? —It once belonged to you. |