Five Haiku

The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks:

It is art's imperfection.

This impenetrable speech.

The motor car is truly launched:

Four martyrs' heads Roll under the wheels.

Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,

The light, a shadow!

The sun is following me.

A feather gives to a hat A touch of lightness:

The chimney smokes.