På blogg !

No er eg på blogg.
For fyrste gong i mitt liv
Så kva skal eg seie då,
mon tru.

Kanskje eg skal dele eit dikt
som eg fann og som eg synst var bra, når eg fann det
Her er det,
det er ikkje så barnebokrelatert,
men det får gå.
Eg vonar på stor takhøgd i denne bloggen !

Ha ein stålande sommarmandag !

The International Forgiveness Institute
by Angela Rydell
Forget it, I say to my ex-
love we when he says thank you
for returning his shampoo,
the pair of sunglasses I didn't break,
and I shrug, that tiny tug
upward of shoulders, just'
a twitch of resistance in order
to get it started - then the shoulders
drop, the box of his stuff drops
into his open arms, and
when I am walking later,
as I slow to place my foot over
a blackened leaf hardened
with early frost and listen to the slight
newly knitted ice threads break
under the weight of my boot, I
look up for no reason

and see a hanging signboard
that reads, "International Forgiveness
Institute," in carved black letters.
It shudders slightly as cars go by,
and it's easy to miss -
I have missed it before,
on this clotted city block in Minneapolis -
the International Forgiveness Institute
trying to loosen some distraught knot
far off in France, Japan, South
Africa. Just some people

on telephones. I'm thinking, in a small
dusty office with little rays of sun
widening, the dwindling in the room each day,
and they're calling and calling
to see if there's anything
they can do

det var ikkje så vanskeleg å blogge !
det er visst berre å hive seg på !
:-)

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