More attachment to a city
in its autumn heart I find not only the twilit cold
one could expect
at the end of October
but layered structures that seem to exist in the strangest places.
Walking Oslo once again I wish for more
eyes to notice
more
hands to feel
more
memory to not forget.
Sometimes when you take the road leading south
even in March
there is snow instead of yellow cornelia blossoms.
But you just have to zip up your spring jacket
and wrap your scarf around your neck for a second time.
Maybe tomorrow
there again
will be
sun.
The sun was out in the midmorning and I hope he found something interesting (probably a bug.)
I hope he will have someone to wrap his arms around when his heart gets heavy.
I hope everybody found their shoes again (or at least came to a mutual exchange)
and that he had a great day after all.
I hope they really liked the sound of flags in March wind
and that their next lives are going to be so much better.
I hope that he had all the right tools to fix what needed mending.
I hope we remember love.
I really do.
irisgassenbauer 