Salted

“A poet
can imagine
an iceberg
singing
a melancholic
song
while
the world leaders
find it
difficult
to imagine
a proper
solution
to global
warming.”
(Munia Khan)

 

When I
saw this
I did
immediatly
think
about
an iceberg,
the frozen
sea
or
waves
with
foam.

But
it is
only
a dirty
tarpaulin.

And
of course
an abstract.

(Day 143/365)