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New Road

Poem By jan oskar hansen

I cast my net in the dark, goosed pimpled river,
caught a handful of fish finger, the fingerless,
could no longer defend or feed themselves fell
prey to predatory birds.

A lively salmon, however, wriggled free from
an eagle’s claws and landed in the blue grass
near me, felt sorry for its plight and hand fed
it worms, dung beetles and dead flies...

Salmon and new potatoes, the river sighed
went underground its bed was cleared of stones
and frogs, used as a short cut by those who are
always late for work in the morning

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