Apricots

Sofia-Dimitra Stamatopoulou

10 Dec, 2025

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Apricots

In the footsteps of writing

When I wash apricots, I always think

my father's hands.

That's how he washed them too

– almost obsessively –

under the gurgling water of Helmos.

Then he made fists with his hands

and the cool water nested

and mixed with the bright August light.

It quenched the mouth's thirst.

but the soul was more thirsty.

Father's velvet hands.

Similar to the flesh of summer fruit.

photo Dgraph88. https://pixabay.com

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