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July 5, 2005 - A poem about Friendship

Norwegian Jazz.

I’ll admit it.
I’ve been listening
to Norwegian Jazz.
Is that so bad?
There’s this track
by Jaga Jazzist;
“Swedenborgkske Rom”
It speaks to me
of things we’ve spoken.
Of life, of age, of hope
of loneliness and
melancholy too.
The music,
winter fused
with hopeful sun and breaths
in spill of time.
And then a cracking melt
as ice and whales call.
A sound, kind and crystalline,
childlike and wise.
Ah yes … so haunting!
Like aged ghosts,
calling back their echoes
from iceberg night.
Deep as fjords
and rivers spawned,
I listen to Norwegian Jazz,
and think of you.
I wonder if
you’d like
it too.


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