The night

smashes in
the stained-glass

afternoon
& the salted air

pervades and sinks

into
the skin

like the cold stroke
of a violin’s

high note.
And in the dark

wine-red
night,

a light drop
starts beating.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo : Jean-Michel HATTON