Sweet
terroir
Sweet
terroir
that is so tough random
your nights are cold
and the days without end.
Your belly injured
leaves a dark wine
that maketh glad the walk.
By the plain infinite
walks a strange animal
four legs and two humps
much hunger without quench.
By its thirst would drink
a wineskin without breathing
by his dream would sleep
a whole year without
stopping.
To take shelter
in any corner
ends under a great shrub
Lying
in the grass
the birds will nest
and he snuggled up to the
flying.
