Vendredi
As the lillies wilt,
their petals quietly fall,
I know how they feel.
Samedi
Here, amongst the green,
on thistle spikes, hornets hum
a dangerous dirge.
Dimanche
Refreshing ocean
cools my pale English skin, wave
after wave roars in.
Lundi
A daily ritual:
swinging creaky shutters shut
to silence night noise.
Mardi
The warm breeze whispers
unintelligible thoughts
as I wander home.
Mercredi
As we lick ice-cream,
across the square, over there
a man plays with fire.
Jeudi
Frightened, I drag a
chair outside, take up refuge
on the terrace, hide.
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