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
