photo : near the Matai river, a morning walk in a beautiful light that feels a little like the end of summer

we would resume/

the conversation /

where we left it/

a long time ago/

near the river/

God! the clarity of the water/

our sad and grave airs/

in the thinness of the air/

would evaporate/

in the thinness of the air/

of which only nostalgia/

was left/

not even bitter/

but a little desire /

nonetheless to go back/

to rebuild ourselves