but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
lengthened time
stretched, thickened,
behind my wings
but the wind
Archives par mot-clé : southamerica
sans parole/wordless : encore un petit effort/a little more
haiku*
o
risking suffering
if you open the letter
and also if you don’t
*posted first in July 2029, reviewed in June 2020
the earth was dry
The earth was dry, but when looking at the horizon I could clearly see the curves of the earth, its desire to give to those who knew how to wait, how to find and take.
And bodies fit together like mountains. before the pitfall
I will be increasingly vigilant before the pitfall of good taste
I will insist on getting double points on my membership card
I will impose silence in front of the window of tarots interpreting my singular dreams, the way it wants it to go
(you have to get something for your money)