Oskar Hansen

The Oncoming - Poem by Oskar Hansen

The Oncoming
On the wall in my room a temporary sunlight,
valiantly struggles with a shadow, or perhaps
they are dancing a slow waltz: see a tiny bust
of Johann Straus on the bookshelf, who spent
the last ten years of his life moving from town
to town in hope of escaping death.
I look out of the window, a river of cars and
a bank, outside it an expensive car is illegally
parked, a patrol car slows but doesn´t stop as
the car oozes economic power; stops instead
near a cyclist, an officer tells him to use the road
and not the pavement.
Waltz is over and rough sea slams against
the porthole, I must have been dreaming or is it
my past and future that dance macabre?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 19, 2013

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