Visitor
Old Chevy squealed frustration
over the rough asphalt
just outside the little town he reached
at dusk.
They noticed his laughter
in the beer parlour
and at the convenience store
where he bought a pack of smokes.
Molly felt overwhelmed
when she looked deep in his eyes
and by chance touched his hand.
None ever called his name.
Who was the unknown soldier
who fought by our side
in the battle for the spring song?
Futility recommenced human history.
Unaccomplished travesty
when the next day on his way out of town
a door slammed behind him
and when they found him fallen
in the middle of the street
they knew he talked to our glorious ancestors
just one stratum below the reality of his dream.
The following Sunday
Molly went to church
dressed in her red dress
and on her golden hair,
the white scarf.
Manolis 