Poésie pour le temps courant / Poetry for Current Times

So many cities so many parks

Where I woke up from a bench with exotic trees

On my head staring without staring from above

So many moments where I was caught by shame by attraction or joy

The time I need to track them back and put a name to put a name out off their roots 

On their vivid glance

So many cities

And still the wind blowing in the corridor of my mind