On these immobile summer days

As the straight grey lines drawn from cloud to ground
Translate eloquently into signs of mourning

This girl walks black through the green tunnel
Of trees under her borrowed red umbrella
Lithely dodging the tiny arms raindrops throw out against their cloud as they each Explode into the ground

This stretch of sodden earth is a poem
As the girl’s apparent sadness is a poem
As the seeping of water into shoes
Or the distant murmur of strangers’ passing conversations are poems

On these immobile summer days

Published by Morten Mølgaard

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