A poem by Elena Penga
about what is happening in Greece
The cherry trees in the neighbor’s yard haven’t had fruit for years.
Four men enter carrying sticks.
They enter the neighbor’s yard along with the rain.
They’ve come to discipline the trees and chop them down if they don’t blossom.
I watch the men hit the trees. I watch the rain hit the men.
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