Helm Aim
Pebbles in suit pockets
to keep head
on shoulders
i offered daffodils
to her
she was a bunch
of mimosas + lilacs
petals of lips en sus-over & above
we put
grasses in our bags & poc-
kets
in order to seem "protected nature"
the birds in winter did not migrate
they landed onto
our feet
we gave them blades & twigs
the previous year
i had spent christmas
in a scarecrow jacket
birds had no color
i played with my life
i had no rudder
Jean-Philippe Guéant
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