Diary of an April Unseen

Tuesday 7b

I saw her from afar coming right toward me.
She wore canvas shoes and approached as if floating
in black and white. Even the dog who followed was
half-submerged in the black.

In truth, I’ve grown old waiting.

Now I comprehend too late that the closer she
came, the greater the distance, and that
we will never meet.

—Odysseas Elytis

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