she arrived at the train station fashionably late. muses need not follow clocks or deadlines as long as they smell nice and walk like dancers. she ordered a strawberry daquiri and started talking about a movie I haven't seen and a romance gone wrong. she opened her hand bag to take out one of her long cigarettes. she tried to hide the flower her lover had offered to her. I pretended not to notice.
spring is a season for blooming, ice cream and walks. bugs are happy, tennis players are happy, school-children and puppies are happy. I know nothin' about nothin' but I know it well.
Spring is a happy season even for soldiers in hell.
Giorgos Trikeri
charliemj94@gmail.com
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