Encounter
Nothing of course comes on its own
You have to search so you may find it In the mornings
the sun enters from the eastern window it discolors
the two purple chairs it stays a while retreats
leaving behind an impression of gentleness – that
serene extinguishing
And the carpet flowers
stepped on from before are right they have
their ears glued to the floor they listen
to the rhythmic galloping of underworld horses Then
the silent woman enters and you see it
that she tries not to step on those flowers
Perhaps two together can endure the inconceivable
although it always appears to just one
Manolis Aligizakis 
Lovely
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