dust? dust i love------

They brushed aside their marshmallow cares
each one carefully placed on the sidewalk
now gone
or maybe one remains just--
there.

It's a funny thing, in english, our verbs to care and to have cares. There exists a primordial connection between the two ideas. And we forget their connection by walking underneath the stars into the daylight where polaroid pictures can capture the framework that was intrinsic as it stretched out into some expanse or another last night but in daylight is absurdist. It is the blandness that renders things eternal. Now which between day and night embodies caring and which is to have cares?

Eh bien, il n'existe pas une différence.