Plumed in the Distance /Life is Breakfast
Life is breakfast
I could extend this moment to the end of my life
Grapes are my thoughts pumping on the table and rolling to the edge
Can you think of a more cheerful and heartwarming present than a plate of scrambled eggs
Slow movement for a scene in between a picture and an almost silent movie
Soft in the air a melody is peeping through some invisible curtains
That might be red velvet
You never know what’s coming from the shadow
Through the window now spreads a garden
Cherry trees springing up with their white and pink plumed little balls of cotton
The distance is always safe
I hold on this deviance of my sight
Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times 