The Boy
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Jan Oskar Hansen
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The boy on the bridge.
At the hospital, I woke up in the night
got up, walked into a hall I didn't recognize
A nurse came and told me to go back to bed
"My father told me to stay here, " I said
I knew it was in a dream, a poem I had read
many years ago, when I could remember
with clarity what I read.
In the morning, waiting for breakfast,
coffee and a scone, a nurse was busy
sticking needles into me.
I tried to remember the title of the poem
"The boy on the burning bridge? ."
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