Dust and red into forgotten labour
Deep clouds travel through pavement
Into the dustbin of a school
So red it felt heavy
Waiting for a moment
The words bare on me
A feeling of
night-time wondering
And the hard cover
of an old poem.
...................devoir d'écrire devoir d'écoute devoir de se glisser sous les mots.....................soir de veillée, Ploërmel - Pictures/Text Dylan James
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