POETRY

Kristiania

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Hedda wakes with a start,
her head on Løvborg’s shoulder.
The same rhythmic clack
that lulled her to sleep
pulls her out,
her head bouncing slightly
against the man’s sharp acromion.

She looks up to see him
gazing at the landscape
beyond the train car window.
She smiles a genuine smile.