Karma repair procedure

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Karma repair procedure

Stones
Memento
The cane
Wasp
The distance
The Gates of Otranto
Rainspotting
Karma repair procedure
Keats’ nightingale

As I’m running alongside the North Sea
miles away my father stops working
and leans against the handle of his hoe.
There we are – he says – after all
we’ve done for him our gentleman
is running while here
madness is just about to begin.
I increase the tempo
with wind in my back
fleeing from such thoughts.
A little further ahead (always ahead!)
a seagull has plucked a bunch
of shimmering stones out of the sand.
And now he’s hopping around them.
Wondering.

2018-08-21T17:22:58+00:00 June 25th, 2009|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 66|0 Comments