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 Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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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"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "In Lagada, la vita" "A radiant moon has set" "At three" "Wheat penny" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Tupac and more poetry" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| Frau Elise jumped out of the way. No one used their horn. It would be impolite and disturb the peace. Yes, her death would be regrettable but... she'd share the blame of being on the sidewalk at rush hour. Traffic was bad at 17:02 and the almost empty sidewalks were fair game. No one walked, especially when it was 34°. What was she thinking? It thundered. Frau Elise opened her umbrella and retrieved her walker, thankfully not damaged; and, like any good German, honked her horn at the calico cat to warn her that she was in her way. WC 95 |
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