in the cracking cold
breathing backward from morning
feels like living
haiku
Archives par mot-clé : park
looking back
Looking back
to revisit his past
he was looking for light
found nothing
walking in his own footsteps
gave him nothing
without his armour
he no longer knows where to go geometry of a(n) (strange) afternoon
she walks between the branches of the afternoon, rough inside, strange outside: a thickness in the air, a promise of winter (one can not always live at spring time), the earth needs to freeze and repair itself from time to time.