POEM BY ELENI MARINAKIS
TIME BACK THEN
On a rainy Sunday
you opened so I’d talk to you
I wore black on my arms
since my childhood
I was climbing hills
with doves.
The white sky would appear
to lull me
the slant eye of embarrassment
sank the high noon
the leaping hours sweated
grandmother pealed the summer
with her hairpin
silence passed by like wind
gathering the months, the days
the Sundays I’ve forgotten
the years I haven’t seen you.
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