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Theme: Introspection Share This Page
Night Sailing
by Jan Oscar Hansen
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  It's hot all doors open I can hear her sleep,
books on shelves sleep too as do unpaid bills
on my desk. A big insect lumbers across
the floor unseen by the bird in the bedroom
prehistoric it looks, covered by a hard shiny
shell and there is an unfinished poem in
the word processor, all poems are, perfection
stinks. I press the stomach of my toy elephant
its sad trumpeting has a distance as hearing
it all the way from Africa. Gleaming of dawn,
a breeze, bills fall on the floor, last chance we
will come and disconnect you from the world,
must try to find that insect before she awakes
and dominates the morning.

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February 18, 2007
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