POEM BY GEORGE DOUATZIS
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When the white clouds gather many tears
there’s no protection for the white haired old men
who resist time with their art
tears turn white
they keep their umbrellas open
with no sails they point to its entirety
their black metal skeleton
that the unimpeded tears can pass through
and create the cleansing rain
that showers all who have
their hands open to an embrace
as if they sublimate all the acts of their lives
Libros Libertad 