A bazaar before the day begins: ...

A bazaar before the day begins:

each stall's shadows
silvered in the last suggestions
of darkness,

thieves scaling themselves
to the size of flies,

merchants waking,
here and there a blast like mica in silence-

Midnight:

our servant in Crete
Kariakis,

phallus in the evening's festivities,
lies limp in his hammock.

Kariakis sleeps:

The sea is a lacquerous rim to his dreams;

the tide increases
to just below his vigilances

Millennia