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Mother carries kettle filled with salty tears;

river flows in sea, the sea into the ocean.



Sun is blazing soft patina face,

in sparkling geometric shapes-

clear mirrored tease, a tail of a dash.

The view is trembling, which mutes the noise,

but lets the colors chase the breeze.



Kettle spills on waves

over sandy feet.

Skin allows the russet break the blue and white.

Forms curve in early lanterns and asphalt pat,

before the chain of aspra spiti,

climbing knolls behind.



The only church among the wharf,

and father’s blessing;

the borrowed dress, the bare feet,

the pearl circlets, the eyes-filled glare;

get lost beneath the roving yachts.



Long aprons dance across the road with wide umbrellas.

Pour of grapes, crackles of the scallops,

boat’s bellies sway the water-

the comfort of the splash-splash,

splash-splash-

the lash of the awakened evening.



River flows in sea, the sea into the ocean.

Mother sits beside the empty kettle, listening to the dusk.