Treasure Island

oskar hansen


Poems of oskar hansen

961. The Great Mother 3/29/2014
962. the grief 2/7/2014
963. The harmony 4/9/2013
964. THE HEALTH OF CATTLE 12/11/2012
965. The Herder 7/21/2011
966. the hex 2/7/2009
967. the hidden 12/16/2012
968. The Hideous Heart of Scandinavia 8/11/2011
969. the hope 12/3/2008
970. the horses 10/29/2010
971. the hunter 11/13/2008
972. the hunter and dog 10/8/2012
973. the interpreter 12/19/2013
974. The inventor 7/23/2013
975. The Jester 7/9/2013
976. the keeper of the peace 5/26/2010
977. the killing 8/16/2010
978. the king and I 6/9/2014
979. the king and me 4/29/2013
980. The lady sings the blues 4/10/2013

a cigarette

A Cigarette


Dawn, yes and the mist, what else do you
expect on lake Martin early and summer?
Swamp cypress dripping with Spanish moss.
I have stopped rowing, water swirling around
Oar blades, the silence is absolute I dare not
Inhale, a bird shrieks, the lake shudders

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