Unmoving Sadness Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Unmoving Sadness.

The air is still around the houses today
it could be because it is Saturday
and it needs a rest.
Still air has a musty smell like bedding
not changed for six month,
the apathy of those who live in filth.
I put a lit candle on the window sill
It is in airs nature, to try blowing it out
window pane rattles
The air is crisp and clear
carries the aroma of a jute sack of carob beans.