Gavin Bird
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