Etn. #040

 

George Gott
Superior, WI

Here in Aegina
the wind blows north
and the wind blows south,
here in Aegina
I have figs and grapes
and a carton of Quaker oats,
here in Aegina
the music is exceptional,
yet I do not hear your voice
and I do not see your shadow
alive in the naked wind.

Unit Circle Poetry