A Flat In Town
A flat in Town
Tomorrow most of the time there is one, but for some, the unlucky
who died the day before, and rest in a coffin in a cold church, the tomorrow came too late,
I will be moving into a flat on the fifth floor in Loule.
See many roofs and if I stand on a ladder also see the Atlantic Sea and with binoculars
catch a sight of a passing ship.
Life will be so easy take the lift down to the street walk into
a café and drink coffee; I usually make my coffee but what the hell.
There is a park nearby with pretty flowers and tame trees.
The bank manager shakes her head did some calculation asks me about
my age and before I can push the question away with a joke my wife stepped
in and told
What I cannot tell anyone if the loan I need is refused, I will look mournful
yet relieved that I do not have to write poetry about the colours on flat roofs
and the sea is forever green I do not need a ladder to know this.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2016
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