Treasure Island

Dónall Dempsey

(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

SISSONNE EN AVANT


Parc Du Champ De Mars
little girls practice their ballet steps
old man his T'ai-Chi

old man
frozen into
Carry Head Push Mountain

Time melts
old man flows into
Wild Horse Spreads Mane

'et maintenant...allongé..allongé..! '
dit Maman
the little dog rolls on the grass

the little dog growls
at the frozen man
little girl a statue in arabesque

little girl her
head in the clouds
old man...cloud hands

my moment
passes their moments
lost now in time

Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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