xxvii.

Every island is filled with loneliness, even Serifos,
where a donkey’s eye is a suffering despondent.
where Father Makarious makes the sign of the cross
as waves arrive like faithful correspondents
and tamarisk trees tender shade like floating coins
and a fisherman slaps his octopus again and again
on a stone by the bay of Livadi at dawn,
and the dazzling nipples of Americans redden
to rusted dials, sharing one sun, where one may take
such signs as nature’s camaraderie, except that waitress
who cuts her listless eyes so deep she stakes
you to that label tourist, as though excess were the body’s
supply at every given place, especially at night
when studded lights mend the horizon as cars zig-zag
terraced mountains, and what’s heard are voices blown
for thousands of years over villas beyond sagebrush
that bears your grief so familiar you weep.
The Sweet Hurried Trip Under an Overcast Sky
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