Sebastopol Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sebastopol



Sebastopol

Was it a dream
Soldiers
In thick ankle deep
Overcoats
And I had none
It gets dark early
In Sebastopol
A blessing
A tried to buy
An overcoat
Was arrested
Sweet wine they sold
For cigarettes
Sent back on board
Brezhnev
Did the driving
What do I know
It might still be
The darkest place
On earth.

Thursday, May 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: seaside
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