Kostas Anagnopoulos


Fellow travelers nobody knows
The nocturnal animals like yourselves lost in the gene pool
John falls through space
I read the directions to him
We have seen the quatrefoil in the low sky
A drowsy gesture quieting the voices up ahead
High on the floor below, boys play a game with recyclables
Gravel must pave the way
Allowing the jewelry of the sky to repose
The replica on the landing is invisible except to you
As you shoot and paint
And puff smoke for the love of God
I followed you down this artery for a reason
I see edelweiss on the corner
It leaves just as we arrive