Dutch in the Sky

by Christos Polydorou

wp-image-753882331jpg.jpgNone has shown such self-effacing generosity.
Or has encountered the beauty of others with such empathy.

Who has been so moved.
On any day, let alone a Sunday.

* * *

Do not cry, my love.
For your tears are turning into precious goldfinches

as they fall off your beard,
as they drop off your beard,

into our relatively warm
English gardens today.

* * *
Do not cry,
my dear,

It’s crystal clear,
your pain is bringing out that great naked

young Dutch swimmer,
giant, in a turquoise speedo,

wading on his back and his muscles,
almost femininely,

across the rippling blue sky.
See him?

He’s all you need to know.
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