Words.

Ça
C’est commencé,
ça continue,
ça va continuer,
ça continuera,
ça ne finira jamais…

Vavin
I stepped out from
the blue door onto
the pavement
with myself.
The early morning air was cold
and still.
Parked cars lined
the right side of
the road.
A lady walked her
dog.
Three people sat at
two seperate tables
in a brasserie.
A man walking, his head
tucked down into his chest.
A jogger.
The gentle purr of engines
and trails of white
exhaust
floated in the air.
I descended down the
stairs into Vavin.