Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Norwegian, He’d Have Said

He dreamed that he was
bow-leggèd and dead:
sentenced to be saddled
to an addled yellow quadruped.

The questions that this begged
of course were legion.
The light was unambiguously
Nordic, though: Norwegian,

he’d have said, which might have
borne the tendrils of a meaning:
before his mother died she
had a vision of fjords: leaning

on the railing of a boat,
and looking out. That this flouted
in some manner his bow-
leggèdness he never doubted.

Dreams and all
their themes.
Funny little


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