Wounded

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Manolis Aligizakis

Clipped wings flight hovering
in our lonely thoughts
of the postponement abyss

Pass me the napkin—you said
and you wiped the ketchup
from the edge of your lips
attentively and with soft courage
against the breeze that listened
carefully to your wish for
a new adventure to come from the void
and enter your world via your wide open mind
and we crawled handcuffed in our routine
as I refilled my wine glass in the senselessness
of my serene self absorption

Manolis Aligizakis
Canada
From the new poetry collection
titled “Vortex”