along areopagitou to amble between
casual musicians/ sellers of sweets
and corncobs/ smell of seducing
foodprep in the warm air
like women’s sweet perfume.
the NAM like a bright gem of crystal
embraces the great temple’s art
that stands lit-up by the moon
on top of the rock
while our eyes feast upon the
assembled in shards/ bust-up/
with dark gaps of missing pieces
like knocked-out teeth in the frieze.
in spite/ we celebrate in groups/
in two’s/ alone –
the poet recalls the good times
of love/ the pain of a passing
excited heart/ a shadow attached
to her happy laughs.
squeezed out into the lukewarm
night/ the quick demise by rail
the times of short intensity in love
like true love
lie above the reflective globe
pushed back and fro
along the endless roads
and vanishes into the suburbs
driven over by never tiring traffic
mauled to pieces by their wheels
hammering/ embossing proposed
changes/ to complete the missing
pieces that became victims
victims of art theft.
New Acropolis Museum.
zjg poetry’10/ ’21.