In the distance,
where my eyes end,
ambered dust
flung,
chipped away
from this southern
dirt and stone
road,
with all its memories
dry and broken,
rains down
now, on those clouds
grey
with Spring.
Ambered dust
flung,
soaking them
in golden
hue around
the edges.
And my cheeks,
chipped away
from my face
by the wind
worn
on the sun,
they spread
and rain
thoughts
and memories
on the dry
and broken
road.
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Photo: Jean-Michel HATTON