a cool breeze blows in from the Aegean,
bouzouki music, in the
narrow
streets
men hearty with sunburn sing and toast me with small glasses
come, come, they say and gesture
they eat big meals
have tables full
of lamb
and wine
sing songs that wander over the bar
the way the streets wander, come come, they say,
i
sit down shyly on the street
shake my head, no they gesture
better to sit here, they say
in front of the music, i come
sit at the table, with the broad shoulders
and the old women, nodding, and singing
try to get the greek rhythm, hum phrases to myself,
hoping to get the gist of it remember…
if I could take it all home in a glass
this music, the aegean, the blue-green sea, so gentle, salty
its slab-craggy coast and the strong men
who wave their arms out from the elbow, and snap
their fingers, on “two”, and “four”
i am looking for a place to dance
i want to dance the sea
dance the air in waves
the cool fig tree’s shadow, that
frames the aegean,
while i look magic in the eye, inhale
…again…
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Jean Lehrman, a New York City poet and spoken word artist is a frequent contributer to the online journals "Poetz.com" and "Roguescholars.com", has been anthologized in "Cat's Breath" (Rogue Scholars press, 2005.) and published a chapbook, "If You Come Back, I Won't Have Aids" (Dead Proofreaders Society, 2004). A new collection will be released in September, by Rogue Scholars Press. She was also a delighted participant in George Wallace's workshop on Skiathos, in Greece, in 2005 contact info: jeanlehrman@ earthlink.net.
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