portugal
blurred in my train window
ancient cork trees
flight to malaga
the small plane so crowded
I have to stand
moroccan lights
mediterranean
at my feet
misty night
el greco’s view of toledo
looms before me
colosseum
listening for chariots
hearing cats
noon sun
stumbling up the spanish steps
to keats
acropolis
twisting worry beads looking
for a men’s room
leaving the clouds
looking down
at the alps
west berlin
chicago reconstructed
around bombed-out church
rainy afternoon
in dark corners of the louvre
seeing greece again
sidewalk cafe
demoiselle at next table
winks at me
london in the rain
bidding farewell to all the poets
I intend to read
dulles airport
landing in scotch and water fog
sweet voice calls my name
Share
Print
Save
Follow
