Bagpipes
When at work,
in the rain
or in the distance
if I hear the pipes
I always stop to listen
like a dog passing a lamp post
Big Questions
Always in and out of bars
we were young
trying at the limits
of beauty
What did we all talk about exactly?
Wrong Number
When my dream rings
you answer it
after a few seconds
Why did it take you so long to wake up?
Smirr
I saw you smiling in
the wind-shade sheltering
from the plainsong
of precipitation
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