lives we know nothing of

These lives we know nothing of

people spilling out of church

on a hot Saturday afternoon

after a christening

as the heat reads 35degrees

all in suits & pretty frocks

le midi

france profonde

as we sit sipping Meteor beers

while the swifts wheel the sky

catching bugs mid flight

men in whirling moustaches

offer bonjour

walking into the bar

we will never know of these lives

encounter them

their back stories

cris de coeurs



bebe’s born to etrangers

so we sit & murmur to ourselves

for the beer is good & cold

much like our ignorance

of such existences


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