a touch of silence – a poem for stravros

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for stravros deligiorgis

I was picking
            portokália
at night
with the rays of light
shed by the light-bulb of the
            lamp post
turning them all
            orange
in the pitch black
            landscape

portokália
hanging lonesome but
happy
in the cold night air
happy to have attracted
a loving look
yes
now they glow
            with joy

ripening
ripening
ripening

in the cold night air
ripening
to their bitter taste
naturalia
they told me
in winter they
grow to
            ripeness
and stavros tells
            me
“you should see
besnowed oranges”

and I imagine
a night like this
pitch dark
fresh cold air
lightened by
            light snow
on the portokália

a touch of silence

7th of December 2017, athens

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