cycladia |
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(the Hellas Ferry, Paros to Pireas) The foam toss
and seething sea
this meditteranean
blue.
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Are they calloused
by the sea spray salty brine? Are their politics or loves anything like mine?
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Pondering above
and thundering along
as holidays and legends pass like waves lapping the curvature of the past.
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We're heading
north
like a great Poseidon, the engines roar like dreaded sirens yet not a myth or dolphin appears to chase the wake of part time Argonauts sailing home. 2/7/02
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