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Rated: 13+ · Book · Biographical · #1317094

Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills.


Enga mellom Fjella




Sentinel

         Marked
                   as if you own me
I bow before the Bitterroots
and just like you
                   my rocky soil, my withered grass
                   lays prey to the empty sky.

© Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Open in new Window.

Missoula, Montana

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Yellow cheer from sarah




 Kåre *Delight* Enga
~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go.
~ Elizabeth Bishop
The Fish
September 10, 2025 at 8:42pm
September 10, 2025 at 8:42pm
#1097084
I save my hair. The colors change every decade. Blonde to platinum, brown to black, once a pale shade of pink and lavender.

My hair above seldom matches my hair below. And in-between... it just curls as it grows.

I do wish I had more hair... in the right places. I'll need to ask my barber whether he can clip my nose hairs and glue them to my eyelashes. I like hearing him laugh.

I don't laugh at seeing my locks tumble to the floor. I wonder whether they miss me as much as I miss my youth when long hair blowing in the breeze was fashionable.

One haircut, two haircuts, three.

I need to ask my barber how long I need to let it grow so it can be made into a wig.

They way I'm balding I'll need one when I die.

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