Kalymnos
The sea, pearl turquoise,
mountains ash-blue in the windless heat,
a puppy fat caique puffs past
in a line like little ducklings,
its bow wave a dark miraging
ripple on the creamy blue
surface of the sea.
All that is left of its passing
is the tiny tongue lap
of the transparent blue water
on the stones,
the waiting green crown of pine trees,
the tiny motor chorus
buzz of insects, and
the enormous landscape of silence.
My eyelids droop in
the thin shade of a pine,
in the agelessness, the
absolute dissociation of
a natural, wild
Greece.
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