edited repost, an oldie

I emerge barefoot from the nights’ fog,
Unafraid of the cold.
Somebody waits
Holding a pair of warm shoes.
“Time to put them on”
He says and starts running.
It is Helios.
I must catch him before dusk.
Not for the shoes,
I have to give him my coat.



Athens, circa 2006

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