Wheat Ears – Selected Poems


Ancient ground under your feet

subterranean impulses once

alive and a wild pear tree

ponders her forlornness

in the arms of wind standing

ghosts of prehistory relics

modern mysteries unfold

as you tread rained polished

stones no need for chisels hammers

anointing oil burlap

sigh escapes unnoticed

by lonely wild pear tree

by the ghosts of Agamemnon

and unfaithful Clytemnestra



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