Oppholdsvoer (Norwegian) – Weather just after the rain has stopped.
Rivers of water run along the street’s curb
so sparkling and silver
you imagine small fish,
with the sun for scales,
running with it.
How many stick boats
How many sand bars
did you make as a kid–
the sky above you
bruised and catching its breath from the storm,
the grass greener than you’d ever paint it.
There are no words no sounds no colors
that get it right.
Just like love is the only thing
that gets love