Sunglasses Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Sunglasses

We parked around the corner from the ink shop
I wore sunglasses, they are no good for seeing details
didn´t see the shop.
I walked and walked till I could not walk more
no shop, I had to walk back whence I came.
Mild panic set in, am I so old I need a label so people
people can take me home?
I rang my wife, "I sit in the car near the ink shop and can see you
sitting on the shop´s wall.
Then I remembered.
"What took you so long, " she asked?
I witnessed a collision between a horse and a mule, the horse
broke a leg and a police officer had to put it down.
-----long pause. "you got lost! "
With all the contempt I could muster I stayed silent.