Chez Pierre et Geneviève Pâtisserie
Driving past Chez Pierre et Geneviève Pâtisserie,
the sign alone triggers a craving for croissants—
flaky, caramel‑colored shell, its center
deepened to amber....
Again
I stand in a dying field watching
a glitter fall of bird wings
Every change of season I find myself
where flowers wilted. It’s growing old
visits, revisits,...
The starlings are back in coal-smudged November
I watch them murmurate, peck branches, shingles off
a roof. They bulge and brigade against the ground.
We fought again....
