POEM BY CHLOE KOUTSOUBELIS
TO MY ONLY READER
I’ll wait for you
in a station not yet built
in that center of loneliness
where condors swirl around the trains
where bald babies wail loudly.
You’ll come
with a train no longer in service
without brakes nor engineer
a train that rolls among the stars.
When you disembark you won’t hug me
you won’t tell me I love you
you’ll only raise your hand
and you’ll rearrange tenderly the collar
of my worn out overcoat.
Manolis 