The Cliffs at Lindos

Ignorant of all that preceded me
here, I sit, unconcerned as goat-kids
who browse grey rocks
and scarlet anemones,
lulled by the muffled
drums of the sea...

At noon I descend to the white,
sculpted town, wearing the colours
of morning all over me.


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