Little Blue
Little Blue
(translation of Jean Follain)
Every summer the bistro owner
Cuts his children’s hair.
At their grandmother’s funeral
He showered them with black gloves.
This was in Dauphine.
All six of them took the train back
To Paris the same evening.
Folded into the clothes
Folded in the two suitcases
Were three heirloom gems.
One could see the sunburned skin
Of the little ones as an expression
Of love or of hate.