—for Eleni, always there
In the worst of ways you were always
Under one rug or the other,
Murmuring and wondering just
What to do with yourself when
Her uplifting spirit
Got wind of you and swept
You off your feet
At the speed of light,
And dragged your sorry lot
Onto a pied magic carpet
Traveling untrammeled through
Eons of uncharted space.
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