Jag är tillbaka,
likt solen som saknas
en dyster dag
i ett fallande
känsloregn
Jag skriver igen,
likt poeten och orden
en klarblå dag
i ett uppklarnades
ögonblick
Jag känner efter,
likt värmen under handflatan
en len afton
och ett upphällt
glas vin
Jag kommer hit,
likt en hungrig skribent
en sensommarmorgon
i ett kläckfärdigt
skal
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-20
I Dare You to Figure Me Out
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