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Wisp

by Johanne Boulat

When the wind strummed
The electric lines
I think I finally heard it then –

What whisper made
The heads of wheat
Sway in the timid light
Of unburnt day –

It was the flesh of clouds
The breeze of opened reveries.

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Johanne  Boulat is a freelance translator and editor. She will soon begin her Masters in English at The University of Lausanne.

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Wisp by Johanne Boulat When the wind strummed The electric lines I think I finally heard it then – What whisper made The heads of wheat Sway in the timid light Of unburnt day – It was the flesh of clouds The breeze of opened reveries. ### Johanne  Boulat is a freelance translator and editor. She will soon begin her Masters...