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I saw Dalya
by the showers
her hair was wet
and she looked
like a drowned rat
her tight jeans
seemed tighter
the white tee shirt
clung to her
bringing out
the best of her
and she was smoking
looking at the grass
what's up?
I said
woman problem
she said
woman problem?
I said
you know the flow
she said
o I see
I said
you want to go
into Oslo
and have a beer
and see the sights
have a meal?
she looked at me
and inhaled deeply
she was silent
for a few minutes
then exhaled the smoke
and said
ok if you like
better than lying
in the tent moodily
gazing the canvas
listening to the camp-site
loudspeakers blasting out
Led Zeppelin or such
good what time?
I said
give me an hour
to sort myself out
and I’ll meet you
by the bar
she said
and remember
no sex tonight
I nodded
and she went off
towards her tent
and I walked into
the shower room
to refresh myself
sad about no sex
but that was it
that's how things go
darn the flow.