poetryrepairs #200 v14.05:056
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Habemus Papam
AURORA ANTONOVIC : Butterfly
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Late Night
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JAN OSKAR HANSEN
Habemus Papam
A long, steep road- life time for some- and tired I paused outside a shop selling wigs I didn´t go in, but its owner came out, handed for a beautiful hairpiece for frosty weather. I looked ten years younger, ambled with firm steps to the town´s plaza and seen by adoring women, wore sunglasses to hide my celebrity.     A gust of wind my wig flew off, landed on top of a street lamp its light came on even though it was in the middle of the day and austerity. A chorus of unseen singers sang: Baldy, baldy, baldy, my vanity vanished as morning mist. "Why are you bald?" six year old girl asked. "I was a seal suffering from hydrophobia and could not jump up in the air and look cute."  In a Chinese shop I bought a red hat, citizens gaped at me with awe, and whispered is he our new papa

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AURORA ANTONOVIC
Butterfly
Her father used to call her "Leptir" Which is Serbian for Butterfly Because she used to chase after the Monarchs Flapping her chubby little girl arms In an effort to fly just like them. Now her thin hands flutter like Butterflies Working quickly Over her project While there is still Light of day.

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JAN OSKAR HANSEN Late Night
The woods in the fireplace is glowing embers, promise nothing but an ending. In a yard a dog bark to hear its loneliness, I tell it to stop it hears me, curls up and goes to sleep. I take a safety pin thread its needle end through my ear lobe and I do the same with the other ear. The blood is white like water, painless and impartial. I look in the mirror and see nothing that looks like a pirate. No escape from boredom and I remove the pins. The dog's wakes from its slumber, barks. My ears hear Nirvana's echo rippling on the shores of eternity.


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REPAIR: resort, frequent or habitual going; concourse or confluence of people at or in a place; making one's way; to go, betake oneself, to arrive; return to a place; to dwell; to recover, heal, or cure; to renew; to fix to original condition.
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JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Habemus Papam
AURORA ANTONOVIC : Butterfly
JAN OSKAR HANSEN : Late Night

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