Lake

When Spring comes back
With its baskets of dew
I’ll sit near the lake
And watch the hours
Pass away

*

My shadow frolicking
In the still waters.

Adolescence

(We see a figure, crouched, or is she
Stretching? under opaque rain, or is it
Snow already?)

*

Mud on my hands
Love is inside the stadium
And sweats doing cardio

I let the wind
Punish me
But there’s not enough of it
For rain to cleanse thoroughly

*

And someone cried out,
« What are you doing out there? »

Dog of my dreams…

dog of my dreams

I’ve been roaming the streets at night

holding the scarf I wore all week

so you can tell me

with your ever-so-meaningful eyes

what I smell like

*

I call you

by the name you don’t have

*

and it sometimes seems, lost dog of the fog

that my shadow growls

with hunger

*

I suppose

Frozen puddle

G. requested a poem entitled « frozen puddle ». Here is the result!

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In some other
Quality of time there is
A school’s playground
With a leaky gutter
Crystalline winter

One morning, one miracle
Out of space this town is
Bound to if not higher at least
Other hands
It snowed all night
And the gutter froze

The early child
Looks at love

Soon boys her age
Will shatter the icy
Gutter

But at least once
Having seen it
Mourning
As the sun elevates

(Scent of smoke
In the air)

December 24th, midnight minus a minute

in the glass train station
all gathered
in their finest clothes
dining off expensive china
at candlelight

*

I walked miles in the snow
following the railway
to meet them

*

all dead
sitting at the table
only the wind sings
a Christmas carol

*

the girl in black velvet
black hair and eyes
white teeth and skin
won’t pass the salt

*

at the corner of my eye
always

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Pandora

Can you see what’s in there?
Buttons, pearls, some broken necklace
still glowing faintly, like a year;
a pair of eyes in your face;
– What’s next? You,
stepping into the casket,
up and down the stairs, raising like dew
in the winter cherry basket –

 

But what’s more? You, my dear;
into the water, come,
into the purple sea.