Sunday, July 27, 2008

crete remains

a found poem

Though I have visited
my mother’s island
many times

Crete remains
a tableau of longing:

The puffing chimneys
on the tiny stone houses
in my mother’s village

The farmers
riding donkeys
to orange groves

Found in Days of Wild Oregano and Goatherds

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