This poem is taken from Stand 230, 19(2) June - July 2021.

Kostya Tsolakis Another Shore
Language is never taught, but eaten in its fruit:
σύκο, πεπόνι, καρπούζι, βερίκοκο. Quarrels

are hard-to-snap sea urchins, full of the brine
of making up. How can you stay angry

with a man asleep in the vine’s shade, cicadas
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