just before i light one candle. the space inhales. in the dark. dark in fragility. seeing shapes. in that kind. of light. is poetry in 3 dimensions.
when the sulphur scent blazes. on the edge of a table. the space shudders in a slap awakening. the poem runs for cover. hides. behind the light. of the match.
for these reasons.
i bid adieu. to the poem. for awhile. while. the wax candle sheds. tears. upon the fat table. keeping the poem. the shapes. at bay.
a guard. against a sort of life. that wants to be...
anne & patrick poirier