The morning after la fête de la St-Jean, waves roll debris on wet sand; seagulls screech for revellers’ leftoversr. Walking on wet sand, she limps to a bench and watches the sun break through the clouds, remembering dancing around le feu de la St-Jean with him.
straw hat shields
greeting new dawn
weathered skin
(c) Tournesol’15
Tournesol dans un Jardin 