have come closer   
near the big beech   
to erase the seasons   
going back to the past years.      
 
Sitting around the stump   
to contemplate the high foliage   
have reminisced   
the wild boar trail.      
 
Then prayed   
for the rain to come back   
under the crackle of the mud   
cove of ultimate protections.      
 
inquired   
of what they were doing   
dinosaurs our friends   
to topple the tall trees   
while the immense plain   
bruissait des cavalcades   
completed shadows   
outside the customary grasslands.      
 
dot clock   
just shadow and light   
warping with bitter breath   
order and remonstrance   
of our brothers the successors   
drunk with life to come   
and running under the forest    
towards the clearing surrounded by cob   
protrude   
the last stone.      
 
 
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