Two Poems
by Anastasia Vassos Nike Adjusting Her Sandal It was Plato who did not say, but surely reflected: shadows conscript the sun to show true Form. You stop, breathless. Water folds down the front of your body, like the dim fabric of a chiton. You balance on one leg. Nike Adjusting Her Sandal, II How light creates folds across her dress a water shimmer a shiver trick of the eye, unadorned, exquisite. Time-wrinkles, ages passing a narrow road of shade amid the gladness of riot light. She steps across one poem at a time her feet wet with words the subtle harmony of some unknown thing. |
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About the Author: Anastasia Vassos is a poet living and writing in Boston, Massachusetts. Her work has appeared most recently in Haibun Today, Blast Furnace Press, Right Hand Pointing, Literary Bohemian and First Literary Review - East. Her poem “Tinos, August 2012” was featured as Poem Of The Moment on MassPoetry.org. She recently attended Bread Loaf Writers Conference in Ripton, VT. She is a long-distance cyclist.