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The Friend [144]

The Friend

We go to the gallery to see fine art,
but you'd rather be free to ride your bike

or skate over ice that glistens in sun
than stand by my side, so bored beyond tears.

I peer at paintings while you try not to yawn
We need to leave but then I see it:

Behold an orange tabby, a glittering fish,
a gold-flaked moment like a still-life by Klimt.

Behold, I beg; be still, behold!
But then you turn to me and smile

and all beams golden, golden, golden
before we have to go.


© Kåre Enga (18.june.2017) [174.144] /30:17.2/

For Gary... with all due apologies
to Elizabeth Bishop and her rainbow Fish.

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