Canicular Days


I’m going to write,
I don’t know, and
it will come out,
blue gone yellow.

She’s going to read,
I don’t know, and
it’s going to become
a musician playing a cello.

We’re in the room
at the end of the hall,
but when you look in,
nobody will be there at all.


16 thoughts on “Canicular Days

  1. That’s a thing I adore: a dizzying ride through imagination, a metamorphosis of colours and forms packed in a seemingly simplistic verse. Superb.
    (photo, too:)

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