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you thought it was beautiful*
we were humming together
and you thought it beautiful
and the letters of the words
they brushed against the skin
but the strange feelings
that make the heart heavy drawn in
broad lines in the sand
would disappear with the evening tide
then holding hands
we walked back slowly
there was only the truth
at the end of the path
*first published in December 2021, edited in December 2022
#3004haiku
I will clear my head
of all the missed appointments
every spring
#3004haiku
délester la tête
de tous les rendez-vous manqués
à chaque printemps
#2099 if I were… a painter
I would tell the water
its movements
its blues and the sand
then the shadows of clouds
riding on its back
then the morning light
and the afternoon's
then I would start again