Bara de döda stiger av i Kymlinge …
Only yesterday I thought it was a great idea;
The trees were still covered in cutesy icicles,
Dead birds lined the footpaths & I wanted to
Get on at a mystery station – or at least leap
Off into some great unknown, wings attached.
At the T Bana, I paused. On reflection, maybe
Kymlinge wasn’t ready for my ghosts just yet.
