Sometime
in 1974 my grandmother
Gave
up her habit of dreaming.
Since
then, no one
Has
seen the statue of Neptune
In
the old market square
Nodding
his head in time
To
songs being sung
In
a marketwoman's head.
The
statue of Adonis
Has
offered no good advice
Nor
gravely accepted an offering
Of
dandelions and hazel leaves.
Amphrite
has not offered
Her
stone shawl to a cold child.
Diana's
statue has -- not even once --
Blinked
nor smiled at an old joke
Skillfully
retold
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