another half spring in the sky! The courage we'll need to shiver until summer in a kind of sleep of the limbs that hit the pavement. Once the seasons were clear they warmed up or fell asleep they knew themselves
slow down the body
put the weapons down before
falling deep asleep
*posted in September 2021, edited in September 2022
and you knew that the blue that was behind the clouds would not come bac,, that all the little cotton buds that were getting close to one another with some sort of joy would make you shiver, and then would drench you, but you would keep on being in awe.
Of course, there would be traces of passers lost on the dunes, one we cannot always be with on their own but they would have come, and would have gone and now I would be alone with the sky and promises of thunderstorms in the cold sand of May.
Focusing on the clouds, too tired to measure up against the world then what the hell would Jung say seeing our nauseating debacles