poems
look left
She is there
lonely rebel
unclassified
misunderstood
green and uncategorised
yet strong
ripping hearts
then to rest
creep your yearning heart like ivy to mine
pray like a chirping bird.
cut my hair until there is only a nail file’s worth of fuzz to rub your palms across
chirp again.
seagull seen praying
news flash I prey;
the little bug has gone, the smell of sewage is strong
a modern machine backs up with incessant squeaks .
le soleil entisse
les ombres forts
sous le tilleul mourant
je l’expire.
Pendant sa mort
de l’arbre, dis-je
je méditais
sur mon lâcher-prise
là, il fait le tutoiement
pour apprivoiser
la respiration.