tapanahoni

à olivier devèze

gradually she felt her lips moving

imagine

her lips moving

poems find their way back through

the many not lost forgotten years

shut in a shoe box we can

not see whitewaters as such

still we can hear rapids

imagine

fury

rapids slapping the bark

as it runs amid the rocks

at diitabiki

hear granman of granboli

pass on words to us

strangers

switi kon

not welcome

sweet coming

imagine

can't stop the stream

sweet coming

switi kon