A lone hyacinth,
perhaps by vagrant periwinkles,

You, stranger,
young and waiting
with friends for a bus,
poised like a wrestler
here in sweat and dust,
like a hoplite standing firm
against advancing spears,
you simply are.
Spring is.

Who could fault the god
when, on such an afternoon,
he saw your like,
off his mark
and hurled the fatal disc?

1 thought on “Hyakinthos

  1. Love it! Such a vivid visual image and use of the classical reference….Love it! (wait, did I say that already??)

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