Ode to Tromsø

Here my sneakers rest

I’d really like to jog outside
to trot, to hop, to skip
The sun is always shining bright
The sea, the green, the ships.

Tiny hitch, my sneakers, see
Left somewhere in a heap.
High heels won’t do, I’ve hit a snag
I think I’ll go to sleep.

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2 Responses to Ode to Tromsø

  1. Hadassik says:

    Loved it 🙂
    reminded me (for no reason at all…) your ode to statistics

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