Poems by
Jan Oskar Hansen


a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

I’m at the shopping centre
don’t need anything other than wine,
just filling time while waiting for you to return.

Frost in no man’s land,
the boredom of the lonely,
I’m the untold story,
a motor idling grey exhaust in a winter night.

Distant mountains, ice roses on window panes,
the sun has no power,
miracles are lost dreams until you return.