Everything in rows

except for these clouds-

farm landscape

Young wheat

so many

so one

Filled up with rain

next to half a sandcastle

a child's footprint

Gentle rain-

or is it the snails

in the lettuce?

Steady rain

at the last busstop -

soon now

The whole world

sits on the vacant bench

in the garden

The sink still full

the chairs empty again-

and always this heart

The dresscode

for grandma's party-

shaved

She puts on a shawl

and wraps me into

her calmness

The clouds

tirelessy careless

the mountain

After mowing

already I rake up

a scent of hay

Falling apart

without resisting-

the first rose

Across the path

a jasmine branch in full bud-

my bow deeper

Old lovers-

she uses his e-reader

as bookmarker

Full moon -
the stars are jealous
for one day

The hands
of the market vendor-
dried olives

Broom flowers
swept on the patio -
mistral

Morning light-
a glass bowl
of water

On offer
next to the perfumes-
pregnancy tests

The cicada
now that the cicada
stops

Smartphones only
at the tourists table-
l'auberge rurale

Packed too quickly-

the storm forgot

the moon

A new haircut-

two-step authentication

is in place

The tulips beheaded-

now only his overall

is blooming

The kitchen floor

now in leopard print-

wet dog

Turned down-

I'll just get on

with weeding

Silence-

the hand at his baret

trembling more and more

Together

weeding the path-

quieter and quieter

Not yet brave enough

to enter the water-

these young reeds

All of this

is already pure

unprocessed

The wind

raining in the reeds-

new moon