The text describes interception and subsequent sublimation,
not of people, but conifers of rainwater
where little precipitation
ever hits the ground.
© Chagall ∞
Tag Archive: chance
I recognized too late
who she was, how I knew her,
the girl from the French tapes, Audréa
there in the boulangerie-pâtisserie
before me, ere I could say
C’est moi she’d left for her flat
in the fourth arrondissement
© Chagall 2015
Dreams ride safe inside
Prism-etched bubbles afloat
Listen for the pop
© Chagall 2014
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