Posted in Denmark, Poetry, Prose

Shark Patrol

The sharks were out tonight
patrolling the quiet streets
of Northern Denmark

Everyone, honest or not
kept themselves occupied inside
watching mindless TV
and drinking cups of
Danish Tea

I wanted to go out
and swim with them
-just a short while
crossing fins with them
for Auld Lang Syne,

My wife though,
thought otherwise,
and kept my thoughts occupied
with tails of small dogs
and woes of being a widow

Along the lonely shores
of the last place,

I swam at…..



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