We smoked to Athena's temple on borrowed scooters,
Easily passing through storms of olive trees.
From center stage at rocky Epidaurus
we offered only Broadway harmonies.
Yammering bells woke us in Napflion
and crackles of loudspeaker priests,
but in our rosy-cheeked cabin,
lemon and yesterday's sweat on our sheets,
we heard the waves slapping lazy on the hull.
your khaki zipper whistled at it all
as you slipped away for pastries and chocolates
and a silver necklace for my birthday.
I keep it polished clean on my throat,
wrapped where a prayer might have been,
if only we had known.
published in My Edmonds News