Wooden Soldiers
Wooden soldiers of the enemy
stood motionless by our borders
rifles unpolished and
bayonets dull
full moon split the land
in light and shadow lots
and we stayed on guard
kept aiming at them
what one could do with bullets
but count fallen rose petals
and missed kisses
what one could do with bayonets
but take a picture of the monarch
as it defined the perimeter of our dreams
and the center of our love?
Manolis 