Ash Dean

A journey for most that is far
To a kommun of foils on a par
With no other. I arrive in gloom
At the station. A thousand versts loom
As a memory from which I have yet to wake
(The sequent forest and ethereal lake)
Though before me lies civilization
And the stony maze of man’s creation
With boulevards and shopping malls
Al fresco cafés and hot-dog stalls
While every breath sucked past my lips
Leaves a droplet that drips
From the sea to my soul.

The midsummer sun
It has only begun
As we leisurely stroll.

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Main Location:

Luleå, Sweden

Lake in Lulea, Sweden