Kristoffer Stroem Poems

I walked along the streets of here—
and– gazing at the stubble–
I saw what brought my eyes to tear
with smooth and glistening bubble–
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On the river– floating!
Underneath– living!
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I had a dream
wherein I dreamt
that waking wouldn’t hurt me
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I cannot touch the once white bones
that spiders have infested
or clean the once bright colored eyes
from their drying webs
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