I address you
With kindness
But you send me to the devil
On the sand.
I call you
You give me a shovel
To clean the snow
It's like a trap.
I approach you
With wisdom
You ignore me
And send me to the north.
I am wrong
You are right
It's your season
I bury myself like a dead man.
Copyright © April 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.