I lost my knife
 on the table
 between the toaster
 and the chestnut jam,
 disappearu
 in the bad boys lane.

 I went to the forest
 weeping pine grove
 sap dripping in their wounds
 as chestnut leaves
 screeching under the sole
 in their damp bedding.

 Some light mists
 at the limit of visibility
 were moving upstream
 accompanied by engine noise
 sipping asphalt
 hissing gulps.

 Magnitude sept
 to go up the channel
 the dolphins followed us
 without firing a shot
 at the edge of the foreshore
 with crystal pearls.

 The three young people
 prancing from thumbnail to thumbnail
 filed raised aligned diverted
 in great animation
 on the grandmother's tablecloth
 white ermine
 and red cap.

 There could have been birds
 but the low mist
 stifled the animal gesture
 mockingly however
 a jay tore the wadding of these places
 of a devastating shrillness.

 Mission accomplished
 we drank good wine
 the raclette disgorged
 its tongues of liquefied cheeses
 there was voice
 the adults raised their voices
 the younger ones activated the fork
 the women laughed or slept.

 Mille fleurs poussaient sur le dégorgeoir  
 le fossé rempli de mucus
 overshadowed the primroses
 the sagittal advance of the moon
 finished his shift.

 The house was made of wood
 of heat and cries
 the stairs on the fly
 deposited on the landing
 alcoves of life
 the kitchen
 fragrant
 the stay
 in the fireplace
 sleeping
 spacious
 computing
 discreet
 the music
 always present
 mountain equipment
 dangling.

 Concerted order reigned
 randomly distributed
 it was fierce
 alive and complice
 in this liberation of living forces,
 the youth played at frightening themselves,
 adults catapulted the right words
 like prunes out of the jar,
 the old man wrote his challenge
 so that the crumbs of the festive assault
 remain.   

 I lost my laguiole
 and ask the smart elves
 to make it emerge
 between bread and wine
 out of the wood-fired oven
 having served last time
 to roast the ten kilogram turkey.  
 
 Four sails
 and their reflections
 in the wave of origins
 to flutter
 in search of wind
 depriving the sky
 of a deployment here. 
 
 Dear humans of my family
 I put away my medals
 former missionary
 in the monstrance
 promises once made
 between the lens and the stone
 when the fire overflowing with joy
 cracked the joints
 ancient 
 of which I become the paragon.  

 A thousand stars twinkled
 we started walking
 the nine planets
 around our sun
 to emit this energy
 always scratched
 to the picture rails
 colorful canvases
 under the brush
 of waters and forests
 my relatives
 but me
 Bélisaire effronté
 the full ghoul
 sweets from the day before. 

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