A new poem by Kasper Hartman

Dream of Helsinki

Two strangers
heading for Helsinki
from the German coast,

we both came late,
no spots left
on the ferry.

We sat close in the tall grass
with a carton of wine, neither of us knew
where to sleep that night.

The ferry waited for evening tide
and swollen waves
beat against the hull.

Then a voice rang out:
“One bed is free!”
I scribbled you my number
and bolted for the sea!