Return
We came back with a key
for the door of sorrow
under the lone streetlight
eager we were
to open the gates of hope.
There on the sidewalk
of the desolate neighbourhood
until tears flooded our eyes
at the loneliness of the pole and
we stopped wandering around
and promised to lay roots
in the soil, even if it meant
to gaze at the moon through
iron window of the prison cell
and perhaps that would secure us
a place among the heroes we so
much admired when in school
Manolis Aligizakis 