A Poem by Ralph Hawkins

Poem 2 vi.xi.17

the quiet thought in
Nordic landscape painting
think for the fish
beneath such water
the muted silence
of Vilhelm Hammershøi’s rooms

have you got your hat, toggle
oxygen supply
just breathe on me
let go
we are but
a mote of light

and sandwiches and
kiss goodbye

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