POEM BY KATERINA GOGOU
III
Our forests were made of glass
along the trees — motels
strange rooms with harmonious sounds
only the musicians kept vigil
with the flattened kites and spider webs
golden and purple that entwined
the web of love around their necks
just before morning twilight
they left with helicopters
a dust cloud of blue stars
showed them the way.
Manolis Aligizakis 