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Night comes

to the little island of Tinos

at the edge of time’s flow

where the Aegean meets the Mediterranean

Fresh stars climb up the sky

a stealthy cloud

sends greetings to a breeze

searching for the ancient paean

A boat with no lights

has made friends with Orpheus

Some fishermen need a ride home

and the dolphins offer their backs


The moon has a hole

though which I can see

the missing sleep of your thighs