The city, mostly empty, a church during prayer time,
gets into a fight with a stray dog.
In my neighbourhood, two little girls deliver firearms;
tangled ribbons caught between the traffic wheels.
Holding a poetry book, a beggar
listens to the tower-block bells.
Without passengers, the last bus to Ithaca
leaves the abandoned depot.
One stone talks to another.
Illustration nick victor
Exquisite!Comment by Sofia Kioroglou on 19 May, 2017 at 11:41 am
Thank you, Sofia. I would be particularly interested in finding out your point of view around this text.Comment by Maria Stadnicka on 20 May, 2017 at 8:23 am