Love study

Love is green

And grows unattended

Between your pinky toes.

Soft and flexible

You do not notice it

Still enjoy its silent support.

Years have passed

Studies have been completed,

Or only new?

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Migrant bananas

The tropics are here
In the yellow curves on the table
And in my pocket.
Banal fruits we give for granted,
Travelled in group
Scared and green
To my table.
Like migratory birds at their first adventure,
They matured.

Green lunch

On the path to health,
I push my will to the green department
and decorate my fork with leafy plants.
Unaddictive yet original,
it anchors my roots to the ground
and liberates my artificial worries.

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