a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

I’m shopping at the mall,
don’t really need to, just filling in
the blanks while waiting.

Don’t understand why you’re
not coming back, frost in no man’s land,
the boredom of the lonely.

Life’s an untold story,
a motor idling,
grey exhaust in a frosty winter night.

Glazed mountains, ice roses on
the window glass, the sun has no power,
miracles are lost dreams.