It was only
or especially
the way it was standing
at the end of the road as a promise
of a next day,
a goddess
in the deafening light
and a weakness in the knees
* first published in June 2018, reviewed in June 2019
in the light*
Archives du mot-clé colours
haiku
cut in the dawn
in every angle of the cold
finding a yellow fruit
on the horizon*
in the cold horizon
the open window resists
schoolyard screams
cats who do not like anyone
and the bell that rings and rings
*posted first in June 2017
layers
Like layers of forgotten memories, inconveniences pushed back to tea time, found again after having missed all the trains, from the first to the last (regrets are useless)
shaking hand
there is the trembling hand reassuring that everything is fine, but I saw what was in them, your eyes, I mean
