02-21

when you’re in it there’s no end to snow

mid

winter

                        the thumps

and

the rhythm

                        of old apples

of

your

heart

                         for the birds

merges

                         hitting the ground

with

the rhythm

                         apples

                        I meant

                        to throw

of

the prayer

                         at the moon

                 and in a dream everything is melting

.

når du er i den er der ingen ende på sne

mid

vinter

                      bumpene

når

dit

                     af de gamle æbler

hjertes

rytme

                      til fuglene

bliver

eet

                      når de rammer jorden

med

bønnens

                      æbler jeg ville kaste

 

rytme

                       mod månen

            og i en drøm smelter alting