Yannis Livadas-I

                                                      Spring

What comes from the old poets to me

                        Is a deep reversed funnel

I sit here calm breathing like a flower

                                    And need nothing

                              I create and demolish

It’s about time for the swallows to come

                                                And see me

                                          Saying no word

                                  Sucked in the funnel

                          While they will be joyous

                                                   And saved.

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