Nick Tselepides 1 Posted April 17, 2004 AIRFIELD In the slight spring rain the sky fades as the light falls. Old airfield. A bird wanders among an empty ammo box, a rusting rudder, silent, off-green, with part of the fabric gone and a discarded instrument from a panel. Tyre marks, disused, discolored runway marks, the sound of the wind swishing a cut wire. What do we know. ================================== Nikos Tselepides , March. 03, Athens ============================== Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
