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Finding Leonard Cohen in the Far North
Karla Linn Merrifield

I don't know the name of the local Norwegian guide

in Kirkenes who ferried us to the Russian border
in a wooden longboat, up & down river &

back to the dock, where he sang goodbye to me,
sang First we take Manhattan & I replied,
Then we take Berlin. We smiled, nodded, parted.


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