Another Sunday
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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Sunday
Long is Sunday, empty streets
a tunnel of silence,
damp pavement, water trickles
into gutters.
Burnt matches, fag butts and
yesterday leave form a rust
brown dike, it bursts and floods
tiny pebbles-
flowers on the window sills
admire sift rain on glass.
A life spent in a pot fear
no weed and see no evil.
A black cat decides not to
cross the road,
a child in yellows wellies
dreams of tomorrow.
Bu şiiri puanla
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