Altavista Poem by Pierre Rausch

Thanks to the sand, there was not a speck of mud
Clumps of blossoms thanks to the man in rain
Silence that is compatible with sorts of music
The cooing of nests

The buzzing of swarms, the flutterings of breeze
The entrances and exits of spring take place
The van-guard of the red June
Butterflies fraternized with the rear-guard of the
white of May

Gazing through the fence, said: 'Here is the Spring
presenting arms and in full uniform.“
The plantain trees were getting their new skins.
Breeze hollow.
Earth in the form of flowers, irreproachable

To the barricades!