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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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"Starbeams on Tulsa" Open in new Window.


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"Guitarman, a gift for Gary. Aaron Marable's art." Open in new Window.

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
February 27, 2022 at 8:39pm
February 27, 2022 at 8:39pm
#1027573
There was a time I held the key to your heart.

Once there was time.

No more.

I hear an adagio from the cellist next door. Better than the explosions coming closer.

Soon. Very soon.

Why lament about life when there's so little left. I should ask him for a beer. You would find that funny.

I still don't drink beer.

Lips that taste wine...

Your lips are not near.

And they are dust. Has it been fifty years?

There's no story left untold, to be scratched with your key.

I glance at my watch and wait.

Soon. Very soon.
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