The Long Tumble
Can you imagine
what it must
be like,
fifty story up
a burning building
the only escape
from the fire is
the window
and as you fall
you hope
it will not take
too long,
but it takes
forever
so long in fact
that a hope begins
to form,
you know you’re
going to land
on a bed of feathers
or on a pile of
empty boxes,
it’s a huge joke
to tell a friend
one day
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
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