DREAM COME TRUE
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Visitor
Along
the very tops
Of
trees only —
Our
wind
Map
The
road goes through
Such
a wilderness —
Forget
town names
Contagious
Just
the way your loose
Hair
sweeps your cheek
Loosens
me
Centuries
Long
after millions perished
This
old painted vase
Goes
on
Oak
Before
I cut this
Tree
— feel its
Life
to live
Trick
Mere
seconds
To
be
Friendly
Sunlight
Doesn’t
it feel like it is
There
for you when you
Sit
in the room with it
Clue
You
tell an old house
By
the squeak
In
its hinge
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BOB ARNOLD
Dream Come True
Longhouse, tel-let, Nordsjoforlaget
2001, 2008, 2009
A little book published by three
different publishers and thank you
to Susan, John Martone, Hanne Bramness,
Lars Amund Vaage who translated the poems
into Norwegian
