fishing nets
drying in the heat of the day
working just enough
*posted for the first time in March 2019, reviewed in February 2020
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Archives par mot-clé : Saint-Lucia
late bloomings
we would let ourselves slip into the skin of a sorry place, where one tries to economize on vowels in long words, in order to come to a conclusion that would remain inside ourselves while watching the late blooms.
haiku
moving the mountain
playing with the eyelid
in the yellowed grass
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the fishing nets
drying in the heat of the day
working just enough
Present (1)
That’s how she would create each day, collecting moments that would not repeat themselves, only knowing how to live them, drinking with laughter, in the green forest and the white milk, the lukewarm air and the singing