# 45 - Crete

Feathers,

wax,

binding string,

check;

the countdown

to flying;

soon we

will be 

gone,

flying over

olive groves,

vineyards,

music,
Vamos,

flying

the middle way,

for a new day 
in the north,

'patátes, ntomátes, rodákina,  pepónia, angoúri,'

winged words, caught in thought's tangled kite strings...