Saturday, 15 December 2012



Someone old in the bus from behind starts talking
of why she goes this way
with the bulbs she has
and from what it sounds like
she will soon get off at the stop by the gates
of the cemetery, watch her step
and go to the place she often visits
for, she says in her voice I so well hear,
the frost is soon coming
or it has already come up there.

St-Lambert, circa 1983.

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