Kerkyra
After Edward Thomas
Yes. I remember Greek coffee
on the tiny patio at Theodore’s place
Prickly pear, Oleander yellow, toxic.
Tumbling Bougainvilla on the cliff face
Dew on rusty railings, cicadas chirping from afar
Old Giovanna sweeping in her flowery housecoat
Blue sky following an overnight thunderstorm
The red domed church bells pealing note after note.
Two brown skylarks sing and soar
Early morning haze, humidity high
Kalimera, Corfu, Kalimera
bluebottles drone, mosquitoes sigh
Denise Commins writes poetry for a hobby. She resides in Galway Ireland.
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