The Past is an Old Movie

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The sky at night has many stars
once Archie was one in his lifetime.
In Bristol a left handed man
dressed in a suit made of green dots,
released balloons,
each one had an image of serious faces
looking up
waiting to be entertained.

Against crisp daylight they vanished,
later and deflated to softly fall on the leaky roof
of a closed down cinema.
Rubbing against brown slates
they softly spoke lines learned
when watching the big screen,
but no one could remember
a matinee idol called Archie.