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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094

Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.


Enga mellom Fjella




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" Open in new Window.

Sentinel on fire at night

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FACES



PLACES




Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
January 25, 2022 at 6:14pm
January 25, 2022 at 6:14pm
#1025373
I've been over rutted roads. So important not to stop. Getting stuck sucks. Like that time in Kansas, just enough fresh snow covering the roads I didn't know changed from asphalt to gravel, my first car sliding into the ditch, somehow missing trees and bushes. I went looking for someone to pull me out. And they did. Amazing, the kindness of strangers!

But I've been in deeper ruts since, unaware I was being sucked into the quagmire, even after I crawled out, stood up, and ran away. I hadn't learned my lesson.

Now I'm stuck again. Time to move on.


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