Rosita
                      (For Machilla Kolltveit Tambwe)
Cafe Vernissage this winter morning,

I gaze at the light smoke weave in the silence,

Grey shrouds of a brown exile, and Marley's deep sigh.

The river come shining again into this life,

"Them belly full, but we hungry."

Right now, time locked in the window,

By a dying, or dead, cactus,

Lancing at the sides of Rosita,

At the grain of the baby's fight with nature.

I saw her hand grope desperately,

For the silence of the world.

The heart of darkness.

         Oslo, 09. March, 00


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