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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.

Daffodils from Mandy.

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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
March 22, 2022 at 4:25pm
March 22, 2022 at 4:25pm
#1029344
It was the getting up to pee. Hit or miss. Take another sip of water. Do not dehydrate, they told me.

Every hour.

Aches and pains, toss and turn. Ears, jaw, arm.

The refusal of my leg to support my weight, the wobble, the fear of falling.

I didn't dream. I just stressed. I napped eyes reluctantly fluttering to chills and fever.

I left my door unlocked so they wouldn't have to break down my door to retrieve my putrefying flesh.

The following night I slept better than I slept in years. It won't be the virus that kills me.

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