Just beyond the glass
that which we seek lies hidden -
there amongst the trees.
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Michel Serrault
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Monday, 6 May 2013
Une hirondelle a fait le printemps...
Red, white, and blue of
patriotic homecoming -
the first barn swallow.
On an azure ground,
the flicks of an artist's brush -
swallows on the wing.
Staring
at the sky,
spots swimming before my eyes -
childhood memories.
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