Sandals
Young boy with sandals
and a hole in his shirt elbow
ideal poem laughter
like glory of tattered books
on the table where coffee
steams above your cup
you grasp the sugar bowl
gaze through blue glass
the young boy chases
umbrella shadows on the grass
while others fight chimeras at the borders
or hunt for peace behind barricades
raising unfurled flags they sing marching
paeans and glory myths for the
fallen boy with sandals
Manolis Aligizakis 