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The Long Journey
The Long Journey
It’s evening the traffic is slow in front of me
I’m a part of a ruby necklace, can’t escape.
So tired falling asleep. A seagull with peeked cap knocks
on the window, carry on.
Across a long bridge I just know it will fall dawn
an earthquake, thousands of cars falling into the sea,
so unjust we’ll drown together whilst fighting
for something that floats and we can hold on to.
And then the rain it never stops, cars driving hundred miles an hour,
water planning no breaks. Will I ever reach Algarve?
Stop at a cafe, windows cry and I have no words of comfort,
nothing I can say to stop their misery.
I’m hungry but can’t afford to eat, all money gone to petrol.
Will I ever get home?
poem
by
Oskar Hansen
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