Erling Friis-Baastad


AVANT GARDE

How will I know you?

I am alone
and waiting still,
though never still—
I don’t even know
anymore
if it’s you or me
who is meant to arrive.

I press my ear
against the frozen ground again.
Are those your footsteps
or my own heart,
a devil’s music

louder and louder...

Copyright © 2007 Erling Friis-Baastad

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