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Summer Night
 Sven, my best friend, had a motor boat, we`re young 
and invited two girls with us it was a summer night we 
had a cold beer, Sven who looked like an actor got 
the best-looking girl
I wore glasses had to do with Sven`s girlfriend`s friend.
We fished for crabs at the black mountain that
dropped straight into the fjord and had no shoreline 
 we caught some and went to 
a small island lit a fire to cook them, 
I remember the light of the night it was not dark
but azure yet without the moon 
it must have been in June.
 I sat dreaming it was the contrasting blue that absorbed me.
My friend who had dark wavy hair had gone into 
the bushes with his girl and I sat beside a sad woman 
who like me felt rejected
I held around her tried to kiss her, but she refused,
 and that was ok; I was here for the summer night 
smoked cigarettes that glowed like ephemeral cats hunting rats 
when I inhaled a lungful of Turkish tobacco, 
 drank more beer and waited for dawn
that in Norway was and is what poetry is made of.
As for the girl she had fallen asleep.

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