LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
The Servant
Suddenly I was always there in a way that, at a later time,
I couldn’t explain at all; a line of chairs, in two rows, was
in the street as if the celebration was over and I was as always
late; at that moment he leaned down but instead of grabbing
the coffee cup or my letter that fell, he lifted an old crayon case,
which of course I couldn’t accept since we buried it with him
and when he asked me for some money, I searched myself,
however who could be so prudent to have cash with him and
amid the nightmares, he threatened me with disclosing it; I
kneeled “no, no” I begged him, he was almost ready to do it
out loud
in fact, perhaps, for this he chose such a humble job: to
serve him exactly at nine o’clock and return home on time.
Hellenic Canadian Literature 