EXILE DIARIES
29th of October
We found the skull of a donkey’s head
among the thorns and the red fallen leaves
perhaps it’s the head of summer
left on the wet stones
with small light-blue flowers around it
the names of which we don’t know.
If one yells behind the fence
his voice settles speedily on the ground
like the starch paper cone filled with black raisins.
During the night we hear noise coming from the hill
where they change the deflated wheel of the moon.
Later things find their places again
as you by chance find the front courtyard
or the brown button of your coat, and you know:
it’s not the button of a theater actor’s uniform, not at all,
it’s just a regular button you need to sew on your coat
with that tender, clumsy care
of a perpetual apprentice.
Manolis Aligizakis 