Discomfort
This morning found him almost sick.
They loaded him with heavy words last night.
He can’t endure them; he can’t discard them.
The house on the opposite side is painted snow white,
unsuitable white. The voices of the stucco men are
heard, very loud in the wintery sunshine. One of them,
on the roof, standing has hugged the chimney as if
he makes love to it. Heavy drops of whitewash fall
on the black soil with the rotten leaves.
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Manolis Aligizakis 