La Galerie Éphémère

we will gather things
for the weighing bag
moths’ wings, skeletons
of lime leaves, traces
of tigers in red weather
crumbling honesty
coins, the fade
of blue smoke, dew
on fescue

we will find
chalk pale ghosts
imaginary insets
for voiceless CDs
the secrets
of a summer
shower we’ll fill
& fill    more

& more
until the slightest
tremor of the sprung
pointer informs
us enough   

La Galerie
Éphémère invites
you to its marvels