Running down the icy, snow covered road,
we ran,
laughing,
you looking back,
as I chased.
Rounding the bin,
you jumped on the back of a reindeer drawn wooden carriage.
As it stalled,
elated at the catch,
I am upon you,
and then I see,
so close to home,
the reindeer's antlers have become entwined with the branches of the tree,
crowd gathering round,
you sitting calm,
we watch as a fireman from the bricked and arched station across the street
straightens both out.
From behind,
I soothe the hearty haired dark deer with strokes,
once freed, he turns his head and bites for my wrist.
It's my watch he wants as I watch him clamp his teeth
around the head,
crushing time.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Crush up time a little and you see an old picture so well told in very good style, re-seen in an actual set and been over with a melancholy touch.