Autumnal
The big leaves fall. The sea is angry. The guard sheltered
himself behind the wall so he could light his cigarette.
Whatever was to be said by the cloud, the man, the broken
car was at the mercy of the wind. Hou, houou, my children
under the soil, old women come with dead dogs, with
steel, the sewing machines are asleep inside the empty
houses, the newspaper is caught on the thorns. Ohou,
my children, you walked a lot. I must buy you new shoes.
I brought the most beautiful woman, there in front of the
lamppost. When the lights are turned on, you’ll see her
gathering the black buttons of your coats off the street,
the ones cut off by that wild distant irreversible gesture.
Manolis Aligizakis 