winds around my ankles
what does she want
in the scheme of things
another form of the spiral
one leaf nudging the next
all of us moved along
pursued by something viral
like that one hot July afternoon
we wandered the streets of Samos
deserted as in a dream
no one to ask the way
as if returning after a long absence
as if philosophy still lived there
as if the stones had something to say
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