-All things vanish. For each a time is due.
-All things remain. I go. Now it’s left to you.
Odysseus Elytis 1998[ii]
http://davidbakeronline.com/test/twitter.com/twitter.com/twitter.com/twitter.com/twitter.com/instagram.com/mylinkhere Dawn mist rouses him,
flings open iced shutters
embraces chilled air.
He drives to town
past cemetery gate.
http://augustinecamino.co.uk/wp-cron.php?doing_wp_cron=1597247420.2276089191436767578125 He retreats to kafenion, embraces his brother,
shouts him a thick brew, ouzo, mezethes.
They chat with village elders and émigrés,
spurn whining beggars.
Raucous recollections of youth, deceased compatriots,
the weekly funeral tally,
the farewells Until next time!
But there was no next time.
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