Those green Huldra
your dumbest dream
with white summer clouds
and joyous forest bells
Even the bathroom’s
in bloom now
and every time you shut your eyes
the sea comes closer
Don’t be afraid
when the strange old lady suddenly
lifts her curly skirts
and starts to crow
She’s known you
as long as she can remember
she’ll let the rodent go
and give you the best thing she knows
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