Statue in the sky
edited old poem
He decided to build a balloon,
with a wicker basket and red envelope
and place inside his finished statue,
the Aphrodite, smiling bitterly,
keep the spear carrier unfinished,
left eyeless, alone in the dark.
Now it’s tied to the ground,
aloft, ready to fly in the dusk.
On seeing it lifting in the air,
grabs a rope having two choices,
which would make him equally regretful.
Love, like life, has merciless rules, divine.
Athens, 2007 – 2019