Devout Comparison
Next to each other the cafe the pharmacy the patisserie
and closer by the small flower shop People don’t stop
The women look at themselves in the windows before dusk Behind
the half-built stone fence in the stadium with the mallows
everyone throws their own – paper trays
little medication bottles broken cups glasses
rotten flowers
The old women and the dogs gather there
searching in the pile carefully absentmindedly – they don’t look
at the golden sundown they search like poets for their poem
the most bitter old women the abandoned so happy
with a dry orange peel with a piece of a mirror
with a blue pharmacy tube that has on top of it
the white trace of the homeless slug
and in its empty space the sound of the Larissa train
Manolis Aligizakis 