DREAM COME TRUE
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for, you know who
Fucking
Going
grocery shopping
With
the one you love
Isn’t
grocery shopping
Flowers
How
clever to be so
Beautiful
— to have us
Move
them into the light
In Country
Everywhere
—
Little
bits of mouseshit
Little
bits of seed
Name
With
my long hair
Tucked
up into my cap
I’m
called redneck
No
When
there are no poems to write
Get
used to it —
No
is no
Hidden
Every
single second
This
stream passes under
This
bridge
Eco
I chopped
down the tree I planted
Cut
up and burned as fuel
Carried
out its ash to spread
Sure
The
cat hides away all
Day
asleep and thinks nothing
Of coming out and wanting a
kiss
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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