I sow with any wind

 The bells are leapfrogging
 on the credenzas of the sacristy .
 
 The pheasant runs along the wall
 meet his pheasant
 and show him
 what has to be done .
 
 The English laughs follow one another
 in waterfalls
 cheerful fireworks
 that would not miss for anything
 mosquitoes
 eager for blood gain .
 
 The wind caresses the tall grass prairie,
 motionless ventriloquist
 the fruits of the plane tree
 beat time .
 
 mature dandelions
 try their hand at Sème à tout vent
 All in One
 extensive program from childhood
 according to the dishes
 where the parents
 with knitwear and newspapers
 were looking for the joint shade of the ash and the lime
 as we pushed open the attic door
 to rub the metal capsule
 between thumb and forefinger
 between thumb and middle finger
 on the disjointed floor
 with becalmed wheat grains
 in the penthouse of the loft
 with discreet trapillos
 bringing up the dusty smell of aged wood
 that we accompany
 of rhythmic genuflections
 the attention paid
 on the little cogwheels
 able to hop
 playthings
 on the tour of France
 of our chalk paths .


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