> Chaque jour plus matinale Chaque saison plus nue Plus fraîche -Paul Éluard, La vie, 1926

[and with apologies to Mr Cave]

“I get lucky/I get lucky”

sings the voice:

this morning

always to-day

(was it yesterday?)

as the day dawns slowly

yet impossibly quick- unstoppable.

We get lucky.

Each day more

like a morning

colder

like that morning

in the 10th arrondissement

with Let Love In looping

(could not have been

a tape, could it?)

we wrote “Liberty”

here and there

on the walls

the bridges

every stone

again and again

from city to city

we get lucky

we get lucky

(repeat)

(repeat)

because we try and try again

the world becomes more

like morning

every day.

He spoke to us

of eternity

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