the fog creeps outside the window
7 am, then 8;
a braceleted arm reaches for a pear
she says she thinks she saw a ghost
three thousand miles away
somewhere in the pacific ocean
a baleen whale swims serenely
filtering krill through its curtain of bristles
here, inside: halogen lights,
clinking fork against knife, on ceramic plates;
winter morning, raw and gray
« the biggest in new england, i believe: »
resigned to overhearing a neighboring conversation
while sitting in silence, over empty plates
she says
maybe she should take a trip somewhere
a baleen whale comes up for air
A short poem written years ago by my dear friend Gowri Chandra, and recently illustrated. Another version might be released soon.
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Ça me donne trop de plaisir à voir. Merci d’avoir dessiné cette petit poème! : )
très jolie dessin, bravo pour cette réalisation !
Très jolis dessins !