What Goes Up…?
Low hanging clouds, for days now, fed up
I threw a fist sized rock at them, a pause
then a hole appeared and I saw, for the first
time in weeks, the sun. People in the village
looked at me with a new respect; didn’t last
though, the rock came down and hit me on
the head
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, July 09, 2007
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