le biches qui demeurent


The deer that dwell 

in the dark woods

know you

and the little sea-monsters

have seen you - on the beach.

These places would always

Be ours





le petit souris


the little mouse smiles

at all the food he piles, and keeps,

bits of nut, crumbs of cake:

all your left-overs, he takes and eats

while you are asleep

c'est la fin du jour


it is the end of the day

the beach is empty


little waves recall the sun

with rose tears on flat sand


a tight crab totters

and raises a claw to destiny

scrambled he will continue to be


until he is completely marinated


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