The breeze hardly made
my arms cold
on that day
but in the middle of the slope
to catch my breath
took a snapshot of
small yellow flowers
(they hurt the mouths of sheep)
that clung to the sandy cliff
above the water day off
Archives par mot-clé : water
2 kinds of days
1st kind: eyes closed, sure,
struggling to leave the covers behind
ominous chills (something is coming up)
small wounds awake
old breaks resurface
2nd kind: the sun deux sortes de jours
1ère sorte : les yeux fermés pour sûr,
du mal à sortir de sous les couvertures
des frissons de mauvais augure
le réveil de petites blessures
le souvenir de vielles cassures
2e sorte : le soleil
topic of conversation
I’m learning today that I am no more
(maybe never was)
a topic of conversation.
Who should I thank for that ?
haiku
tinkering with what
has been left by others so
that life continues