THE FOUNTAIN
In the moldy garden
water flows again
from the stony mouth of Poseidon
and the undefeated frog
prepares its new generation
over the solemn fossils.
Ah, yes sweetness unexpectedly
overflows the same way
the fountain rises again
among its watery suns
while my soul
unprepared squirrel
shades itself with its tail.
And as the park becomes slowly alive
and the owls stir
in their dark offices
and the thunderous dancing water
inside the silent rocks
of the closed house
like a stately residence — my life
turned alive again
by the talkative waters
you poured in my mouth.
Manolis 