Pomeranian


You little flufflet! whuffling along Night Street
brisk tail brushing the air
hurrying home to your snacky bowl
after tussling with cats in the Quartier Bohème.

Lauttasaari Bridge

My hand turns transparent.
I stare through my skin
at the sinking day's eye,
a blaze above the trees.
I trace the red sun's path
on the rippling water,
through the evening-haze
trace the spirals of my life.

Human Nature

Hold me. Kiss me
between the eyes. Tell me
without a waver
that there’s good
in this world. Selfless acts.
Cups of fresh water. Smiles
instead of gunshots.

Sara Norja

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