The Summer Parade
Summer is long and brief and sharp
And if you don’t stare carefully
It’s already finished in a glimpse
Don’t talk about meeting someone
Cause all those eyes and all those shapes and all those smiles
All those hips and jumping bellies
They just have no more time to spare
Summer is like all the other three seasons
Except you keep a notebook you carry with you from the last train to the next one
Happy summer happy will you
It’s just a plane that you don’t share
A hotel room out of the blue
And then it comes to sudden end
This end has always been with you
Hindsight an evidence so true
Fall is just coming in silence
Summer’s escapes are not to plan
They just don’t need a character sometimes this character is you
And when you jump shouting on stage
Any audience won’t make it through
Summer is just an orchestra stronger than your much lonely voice made of farewell mostly regrets and your much tiny handwriting
Cause suddenly you just have reached
Without noticing any clue
Unseen when it’s already really late
This last echo
Of the last page
Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times 