The Hellenic coast guard stole a motor
from a boat carrying refugees
across the Aegean, and they are
drifting there, near Rhodes, on that
wine dark sea which I once swam,
and that is quite normal, and not
worthy of attention in our Fortress Europa;
yet here I sit thinking about it,
on a hot and overcast day, watching
the raging wind bend the trees
and make the long grass
flow like waves.
26.07.2022
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