Call for an answer

by Christos Polydorou

Call and there will
be an answer. Watch
that voice
like a boomerang
go. Beyond prayer, each
true supplication
becomes an honest
dancer until it goes
past the tropic of
cancer. You’d be
forgiven to say
You don’t know
You won’t go there.
Wind filters
your face.
Shakes
the trees.

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