spring

spring-dissension-snow
the cold is crackling
and making itself feverish of blue

ground-shoulder
at time arches itself
the day awaits us

and already invite water
memory of banks
without the travel

mother’s blood

at dawn
the mother’s blood
another burning sky

there will be no more retouch
the world is launched
between doors and roads

to travel with oneself
blood road
towards a blocked downstream

not much images will remain
perhaps a beauty spot