Rained
Bronze statue peels off
night rain
is portico to sparrow
roosted, looking up at
colossus he shivers
waits for shard of sun, he will pop up
take charge of the plaza call mates
as you lift your fork
before you carve flesh
of potato I stare at your
smiling lips and daydream
of the magnificent ‘o’
they’ll form on my
hardened penis
Manolis Aligizakis 