atop a ferry boat, eyes closing,each wave... each sound... each
moment...I am overwhelmed
lean, my head against metal,discerning rhythm overridingundertones of
boat's engine; and the sea
cannot be turned offby moving backand sitting up
eyes open
a sharp andthen harsh glintabove the mainland north of Sounionbecomes
a helicopter rising
coming at us
keeps going towards Corinth
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