days we

stay here

talk here

(un)fold the map

we drove through the night.
a lake where we stood
yelling.
the harvest
where its surface holds your hand.

so

we begin

photographed by a friend we visit often

visiting the morning before. the seat without.

still

versation

from the expanse,
a moment,
return

through a different glass i saw

the man with an unknown number of lenses

single or a double? i like the sound of a couple.

i don't speak french

but now that you mention it

perhaps we will learn
before we arrive there

it was how you say it

' 'cortados' '

there are conversations that lead to photographs

when i talk with these two

and stand with the light from behind the camera

after that

the evening

began here

hello

i will meet you like this

at'''

the cinema

we took the train

when july was here,

near the entrance,

and we sipped it for a moment;

for a glance

on a rainy morning

as if the other river still speaks to me here

i saw you when

you returned

from

another place

well

once

this

was

there

ridges

a single lectrilow

and the shift that reveals a pair

before you cross the sea,,

so they stepped to the lawn for a parting frame,,,

then the door opened
and more faces appeared

sketches beneath sketches in a larger pile of more

years before, he took me to a tree somewhere away from here;
when we returned, somewhere closer to now,
he told me that this tree is a tree.
i may never know exactly what he means

some span that vanishes

there is today,

and like a patch of moss

there are these lines that i think of..
vocally written lines,,
i think of them most days

fabric tongue

ghuere teetering

planaum

h(h)

extrematteurum

well

let's

see

the rother lens

dot

dot dot

du al passs

krinsh krinshhh krinshh

sueewushh

re cip e

a few feathers to the kneaded dough

add frames to taste

trim as needed

a pinch of salt,
proper aeration

mix in a bit of green

and a handful of autumnal colour
(results may vary with proximity to the sea)