Vision II
the dusk rolls up
projected on the wall
with phosphor sizzling phantoms
the night envelops
our heads a quiver in their eyes
the minute hands
the midnight shows
on the opal sky the moon
towards the hills it runs
where with black chess pieces
in their mouths rats climb
in a long succession
Photographs
Three men and two women, taking pictures
down at the quay with the sea as background
and the clouds, and a faraway, triangular island.
The sailboats pulled out onto the land, looking discoloured
from the winds and the rain. Behind the glass
of the summer restaurant, the motionless owner
wears a black unironed suit. Was he taking
pictures of them too, or x-rays?
Manolis Aligizakis 