L'Air du Temps

The Wolf and the Sufi
What if I told you a story
about the past for instance
that soap is the dirt we buy
that it lacks clarity and leaves
the tongue standing alone
that it scares us

The leaves are not for
the actual or the potential
world or the fields in the
actual or potential world

But they rattle and still
sell a lot of tickets

I've been living with
the willow of American
speech in a hollow where
the seasons seem old
the stars of September
seem worn and in that
moment we always imagine
the worst

Later we imagine the past
when it's light enough to read
by and we can get out of these
second-hand clothes