Katerina Anghelaki Rooke, Selected Poems

FLESH THE BESUTIFUL DESERT (1996)

THE WIND PERKED UP

My friend laughed and suddenly he looked like my father

who closed his eyes tightly when he laughed

his shoulders would jolt and he would hold

together his hands as if clapping.

My friend, standing in front of the fireplace said:

The wind is perked up; we have to try to survive

and my father dived in his ashes again.

Reality locked up itself

inside its present castle

raising the white flag of the unequivocal age

days of joy re-locked themselves in a few teardrops

something insignificant was coming through the air

something of an insignificant love suddenly was in the room

something insignificant we said and life passed by.

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