The air is as breathable as concrete
the trees like fences propped
against a wind that knows hunger
The small farms bunkered down
in their garths on land worked
lean and seeded with stone.
You tell me there are wolves and bears.
I believe you.
Copyright Kathleen Jones 2014
|Turf roofed Norwegian farm buildings|
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