Habits of the Exiled
Every morning the sun rose behind the guard quarters
dressed in an unwashed hospital pajama
it crawled over the courtyard slowly.
After so many years
it, too, followed the habits of the exiled.
Titos Patrikios – Selected Poems
Habits of the Exiled
Every morning the sun rose behind the guard quarters
dressed in an unwashed hospital pajama
it crawled over the courtyard slowly.
After so many years
it, too, followed the habits of the exiled.
Libros Libertad 