The Lake Of Broken Dreams Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

inland waterway



I joined the rowing boat in the middle of the dry lake
when a dust storm came whirling around screaming nasty words
and the shoreline disappeared.
The captain came down from the bridge wanted his lunch
but he had to wait tillthe wind stopped which it did
in the afternoon.
I walked ashore, at the cafe theknew about the order
the captain had sent a text message.
I eat the food here, I said no point wrapping it up-
Driving home helicopters were using my lake as a training ground
no, there would not be an inland waterway here
no matter how much it rains the lake willonly be a soggy hole
but how to explain this to the captain.