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from the June 2007 issue: Those Cool Scandinavians

Far from Here

I want to send a dream far from here.
The swallows fly high there.
Perhaps your wheat ripens
and through the yellow oceans of rye
a slow humming sound of bread can be heard.
This is a world of water and stones,
my hand is without bread and I count its lines.

June 2007
Those Cool Scandinavians
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