tradition

Ma soeur was never sure where the
Lumiere went when it was dark.
"Is it magique?" she would ask me.
"Je ne sais." I would say to her.

"Le Loup swallows the sun every night,"
grandma would say. 'How macabre' I'd think
to myself. "The machoire of Le Loup
can also swallow Le Lune" she said.

Our eyes became Louche staring at the sky
over many night. It was magnifique
to search for Le Loup in the sky each night.
We are older, yet we still search the sky.

Through my Lunettes I know watch
as my daughter combs the sky.