POEM BY IOULITA ILIOPOULOS
PORTA REMOUNTA
The green caress of the water
that has remained on the walls for years
and now it moves suspiciously
slowly
under the foundations of houses
slowly under the inside room
ravaging
the legs of the bed
the crib of the unborn baby
the closed piano
of the house — we imagined —
the nailed door shutters.
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