VACANCIES Comments

The next day the bay seemed tamed.
Butterflies, correspondents from dry land,
cavorted across the sparkling sea, as if
complicit in the game. Pleased for all of us,
they did an extra lap in honour of the dead,
then disappeared without trace.

And there we were: speaking to one
another in signs like divers. We sensed
the ferries approaching from other islands,
engines thrumming in the deep,
the sum of the summer in advance. But still,

who will give me recompense for all
those dismal years lost in offices? The day
forever starting just as it had ended,
with grey calculations, hopeless vacations
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