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Nostalgia For Greece
Seven poems about summer in Greece
Last Of His Sixties’ Red
an old man in a cafe with a white mustache
tinged with the last of his sixties’ red
turned pages of his newspaper
and tapped cigarettes on his mug into the coffee mud
as stray ashes fell on words dispatching world events
soon to be carrying on without him
and he watched the young tourist girls walk by his taverna
toward the island’s iconic ruins and beaches dressed for travel selfies
and he marveled at their fashions
and the curves the girls were generous in showing off
and he thought of the girls of his generation and their spunk
such conservative fashion these years later but revolutionary then
and he admired the independence successes
of women advancing through the decades
against the constructed fortifications of his own sex
in every field of liberty and thought and talent
and gorgeous self-expression
