Cyclades
they often
say hair and
fingernails grow
longer when one
is happily relaxed
they often say hair
and fingernails
grow longer
when one is
lifelessly
dead
my breathing has gone
from a shallow yawn
to something short
of a sigh
once i
stayed on
an isle and
a mirrorless
summer
simmered
passing by
my heart pacer
taking time as fast
as the mules
taking mail
to the cliff
topped town
of Thira
a turtle vs
snail race
sitting in a cafe
sipping a frappe
an hour into
drinking
when
someone's sound
broke my silence
asking how long
i'd grown my
beard
thoughts in Greek
and English speech
which of these
let me take
you down
to
Elysium's
Fields
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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