Peloponnese

Greek Village

It was a village that smelled of baking bread but I can’t remember where—

A day’s bus ride from the capitol

& only a decade since their civil war…

American college kids

Took a cigarette break in the square.

They didn’t know a thing about the local graves.

I heard old men talking softly in the café.

I have always liked the way the Greeks

Can break your heart by means of whispers.

 

S.K.

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