Aegean
White stone walkways
Rise up the cliffs
From the harbour.
Ealy morning barter in
Kelp, shrimp, eel and flying fish.
And many a woman
Young or young at heart
Singing the ancient stories
And wanderers’ tales of
War and romance.
Too early in the day
To hear “opa” and
Crashing goblets.
Sideyard gardens packed
Into wicker conveyances
For the market
Haggling and laughter.
And what was I after?
Heat, welcoming azure
And hospitalities of
A precious ancient people.
Not too proud.
Not too industrious.
Or www. buzzing.
And I like that
Every couple of summers.
Hot, strong coffee steaming.
Beside a fresh croissant.
Lovely ladies en passant.
With giggles.
And seaside tanned curves.
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