in the name of Veles...

Πώς είσαι
she wrote once...
in the name of Slavic God...
Veles...
she wrote to him...

he recalled...
she writing that...
without any pretense...
as if from there
39°22'N
22°56'E...

nothing could other than that query
introductory come...
and
he talked...
he learnt...
how
she
another roadie
of her own right
took the curve...
running smooth
bending to reach
the golden twilight sky
a bit cloudy...

she...
another roadie...
took always how the road...

and
this morn...
he got the news...
she had remained the roadie the same...
she had remained the same...
at Thessaly...
she had bathed blue and green in the sea...
she had dipped her all into poesy...
this morn...
he got the news...

and
thought
it was his turn
to ask

Πώς είσαι...

(note: Πώς είσαι : in Greek, meaning 'how are you?')