As delicate as the flowers
From which I sip.
I am normally electricity
In motion but
If I sit very still
I am perfectly camouflaged
And you might think me
The plant itself.

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I used to be so very brave,
My world was so well-known,
And I was big in it ,
Master of my universe,
But here am I feeling very small,
And rather fearful,
Dressed in unfamiliar clothes,
An uncomfortable collar,
Unfamiliar jacket,
Clutching an old friend,
Waiting for a train,
To take me hundreds of miles
From everything familiar.
Chin up!
Be brave!
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London 1939, when the streets were really clean,
And adverts up on buildings were extra bold and SEEN.
The traffic was actually moving, with the minimum of fuss,
And there was something reassuring about a double decker bus.
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Chasing ghosts
That disappear
Into thin, spectral, mist.
Your breath,
Vaporises in the air,
And so do you,
Out of sight.

Walking into fall,
Falling into nothingness,
An opaque world,
All white and silver,
But the green grass underfoot.
And we are just as indistinct,
Like punctuation marks on a piece of paper.

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Light shafting through the trees,
Floods the landscape with warmth,
Highlights one spot on the forest floor,
And burnishes each leaf.

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Trees leaching leaves,
Which crumple underfoot.
A breeze from the west
Carries the scent of wet earth.
I’m just walking, walking,
In the rain.

Anna Karenina, a great heroine,
Who emerges full-fledged from the pages within,
Written by Tolstoy, as a lesson to all,
Of how, when we betray, we inevitably fall,
The trouble is, Tolstoy, like me and you,
In the course of his book, fell in love with her too!
A creature capricious, a woman quite flawed,
But with her in your life, you’d never be bored!
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You and me against the world,
Like a dormouse, inter-curled,
Our store set out, our flag unfurled,
Two bodies yet one heart.

Our home is safe, our home is calm,
A never-ending source of balm,
All who enter, feel its charm,
It is a place apart.

Things are really what they seem,
We make the perfect unit, team,
We share a future, share a dream,
Two bodies yet one heart.

Photo Anna Kunst

A beautiful work of art,
By George Zoggolopoulos,
Is on The New Promenade,
In Thessaloniki.
Marvel at its ingenuity,
And pray for sun!