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Dolphin journey
On the high plains of Lassithi
ringed by mountains glittering
to the clothy orbit of six thousand windmills
the shadow-bouncing sun
dries sweet coffee before it is drunk.
Blue bleached on the inner wall
twin dolphins stand joyful
wave proud on their tails
dance, smile, beckon.
Quiet bouzouki circles spool to spool,
fills the afternoon with paused intent.
The sun-stilled street dozes
down the hill
past shuttered houses
past dream twitched dogs
past dust laden vines
into haze blurred foot hills
through the rock hung mountain pass
and stops, triumphant, at the sea.
Somerset 1997
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