…be the same

I just remembered a poem I wrote in French while attending an immersion program the summer of 1999. Like a song, I repeated three lines that spoke to how the summer had changed me and to how different I was from classmates. I wrote it during the final week of six. And then I remembered …

in french

i had a dream last night. don't remember all its details but i do remember that i was speaking comfortably in french. it was smooth. seamless. quality french. i should move to quebec.