le jet du matin
gele au-dessus de
la glace seche de brume de riviere
puis se glisse en
corde enroulee de nuages
un moment plus tard son grondement
a travers les eaux
-' Take-Off'. Shane McCauley. Bayswater WA. 'The Mozzie',
Vol.24 Issue 5. op. cit.
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