Z

And so

may you ride the zephyr to your Ithaca

the wind which brought Aphrodite to your Paphos

And

may we in turn recognise that

the gentle spring can still come again

Even if

the jealous discus of Zephyrus

has stricken down a beautiful boy

Forever

let us trust that there is an Apollo

to transform thee into the purple-blue hyacinth

that you always were and will be