christmas eve
the reverend
had started going on about
angels and the baby jesus
the snow was thriving in the light
from the bus station
watercombed children sitting restlessly
wishing for chrome bolts of steel
at the back, by the door sat the sisters
from the valley
it was mary, martha
and the other mary
(julekveld from havflammen 1995 translated into english by Margrete Trovåg)
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