photo: Sand, Tata Beach, knowing that the sunny days are almost behind us.
We were staying
a little longer than usual on the dunes,
drawing waves in the sand
warmed by the sun pretending
it was summer, but we knew
full well,
there was not much time left.
what will ooze from the lyrics
will look like what arose
from wild grass
at the end of a summer : like promises
coming from the shadows
photo : Upper Moutere, near Nelson, New Zealand
after a swim
the vacuum cleaner is silent
the kids play despite everything in the schoolyard
on the kitchen counter
the skin of the chickpeas that have been soaking since yesterday
bursts quietly, one after another
the cicadas gets exhausted filling the air
with their song announcing the end of summer
Sunday noises, slight boredom
time is passing slowly