Turkey & Greece - poems

Cappadocia

Balloons

fill morning skies

wafting above tufa

billowing like sweet meringue on

brown hills.

I float

suspended in

the air over fairy

chimneys inhaling, exhaling

 and soaring.

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Delos

So many feet have smoothed these stones

sandaled, barefoot, sneakered, booted

days, decades, centuries, millennia 

leave their mark on pathways where

spectral children play in narrow streets

ghostly women gossip in the agora

camera-wielding tourists wander

through skeletons of temples

                                     

and forgotten gods peer up

 from toppled pedestals weeping