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Jenny Bornholdt

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Drawn in by a rag
rug. Through the door to a
thirsty lawn done in by
summer to the river
over burning stones to the moon
a miracle that raises us
to our feet each
evening, leads us to the shed
where we sleep, the scent of
honey a light blanket we
lie under, listen to plums fall
on the dark floor of night.


From These Days (VUP, 2000)

Jenny Bornholdt

Last updated 16 February, 2005