Thessaloniki Summer Visit
by Ed Higgins
What
I learned
one summer
in the North East
Thessaloniki heat was
the blue, brown eyes
& spicy mezé thighs
of their young women
was of equivalent heat.
And oh their sighs--
their nubile starlit
sighs--those are sung
to a laiko &
rebetiko beat.
Feeling hotly
Thessalonikian still
I could ride again
that humid-hot
Aegean mise-en-scene.
Smooth as a heatwave's
softly rising thought.
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Author's Note
Years ago at an academic conference held at Aristotle University in Thessaloniki I was introduced to ouzo, delicious local cuisine, and the beauty of young Greek women. The poem is simply a male fantasy recall of that visit. Currently published (along with a couple of other poems) in Mediterranean Poetry: http://www.odyssey.pm/?p=2585
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Feeling hotly. Well, yah; what do you expect? *
As a perpetually chilled northerner, I really appreciate the heatwave here. Especially in the closing lines.