ANALOGY
Don’t take too long — he said to her — don’t
take too long. The grapevine leaves turn reddish
in the fall. The trees kneel before their shade.
Don’t take too long, this wind blows me along.
I get used to the distance. Pride gets tired.
It’s not even pride. The dusk is fading away.
Two lines of lampposts light the seashore.
Useless lights, pale, how useless!
I like them at night. Don’t take too long.
One tiredness signals to the other.
Silent analogy. I prefer them.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 