Not too long ago,

facing a tree
that looked like a song,
I put my ears
on the trigger,

lowered down
my eyelids

like the dawn
over last night,

and pulled.
Not too long ago,

facing a tree
that looked like a song,
I heard

the flowers
unfold,

disperse
into the fields

all the longings

of my stare,
&

rush me

through the air,
not too long ago.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Jean-Michel HATTON