BLONDE DAY
The door of spring opened
and we saw light-blue epitaphs.
Piece of news at noon
imminent nuclear war
the old man said I’m hungry
we drank the night in a glass
at the bottom of the glass a new day.
Chemistry wakes up in the factory each morning
and finds the dead history
the dancing rain continues
two shoeless shoes in the street.
Manolis Aligizakis 