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.
Little Blue
Little Blue
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.