Methodical
He kept his dreams
ambitiously hidden in his heart
he placed hope in monotony
in a separate crystalline vase and
at the time of the shortest
shadows he walked
to the shore to breathed in
all he could of the endless blue
and after on his irises he painted
the beautiful little cove
the houses, the gleaming,
whitewashed chapel
he blessed them all
with the aroma of oregano
he changed his clothes and
tightly in his palm, he kept
a shiny coin for the lone
ferryman who would take him across.
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