Fathia_Jeroshi (1)

You lost your zeal for distances

The ships recognize you no more

No more ports of call in your imagination

You listen to fall air through the telephone wires and ancient olive trees

You watch the bell tower of the little church

Down below

The lonely clergyman in his Chevrolet

As he passes by climbing the steep hill

With a cloud of dust behind

Too far away from this world

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