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Monday, March 28, 2011

Tugboats


Mind a mess - I slept too late.
'Hautil', 'Mantois', tugboat names,
after an awful dream, a van stuck in mud.
Then a bus took Anna's car away,
they went towards north Paris.
Anna, with her blonde hair,
morning headache, hangover, yawning,
Friends arrive tomorrow . . .
Dogs haul sledges, snarl at the owner of the farm.
Fried turbot for lunch, pale yellow,
Marie-Rose unpacks glasses, at the new appartement.