Under the leafy shade of trees I sit
and eat my lunch …Athina Fava Beans,
Tomatoes.. feta …olive oil,
and fresh baked crusty bread.
I sigh….deep sighs of yesterday
are leaving me…they soar into
the searing heat and melt away.
My toes are free to walk again.
A woman begs for coins,
an infant on her hip.
The waiter beckons her away,
but she is back…again…again.
She does not heed his words…
Nearby I hear the dancing notes…..
Bouzoukis play.
Kristine Byrne 4th July 2018