Katerina Anghelaki Rooke – Selected Poems

FOURTH DAY

Pale faces of trees

vaguely visible in light sleep

plain wind without

the message of the acacia.

The seven girls

close their necks to fear.

Afraid of the light, the rain

that their unlearned hands

won’t get wild of the salinity.

They wave goodbye

to their names and hair.

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