Driver's Licence

            Driver’s Licence


I’ll drive you to the Moomin Valley,
let’s celebrate.
Got a red car from my grand uncle,
l’ll drive since I can.
The neighbor cat does not wait
nor should we for a train.
You thought my name’s Sabine?
Hey Snufkin, it rhymes with dinner.
You come for the spring cleaning,
I for the fireplace.
I’ll draw for Ninny, My, Snork and Sniff
the pink sparks of Spring,
and I’ll drive them too,
in blue cutouts
across the yellow plain.

Nocturnal visitor

      Nocturnal visitor


Who lives that life --
a furrowing creature.
Who gets tangled in
the curtain of sleep
and tugs on it
with the heartbeat of a baby.
Who lives that flustered life
of a wild invisibility
of unrecognized squeaking
and passed over scurrying.
A faint wake in the carpet,
its demands unintended
like a vase knocked over
by a ghostly wind.
The feral one, a toll of shadows,
hugging its tail.




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New title on March 7