L'aura del Campo

potato cakes

potato cakes


the day glooms over the mountains
grey skies part for a moment
cold rains hold off

it's the season of mourning
that time between summer and winter
time to rest or nap

or cook too many potato cakes
what will i eat come morning?
more potato cakes

I lie down but chatter in the hallway
summons me to open the door
i stay in bed snug and safe

except from nightmares
those bastard cousins of dreams
i drift i sleep i wake

safe to say it's time for coffee
time to open eyes to the day
time for rain

and a potato cake with carrots
and a potato cake with cheese on top
snug in a bun

i will read today i promise
promise i will write something new
finish what i've written

then go to market
to buy some bread and whatever's cheap
but not potatoes

unless they're on sale
and my back doesn't ache
and it doesn't rain

© Kåre Enga (14.september.2024)

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