Carsten René Nielsen:
Circles
(Prose poems, 1998)

The Photographer

He shouts and gesticulates: wants the tree to come closer. He sees the grass turn a deaf ear, and the puddles pretend they do not reflect anything. Now he has arranged it all: reality has been cut out, the halves joined into a circle, and before long he is on his knees, begging. But it refuses. It stays where it is.

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