Just Before a Rain, atop the Limestone
On a day much like this one,
my wife and young son and I
were exploring Greece
a man a few years older than I called up to the top of a hill
below him on the far side was a dig
marked off in grid, bailing string
pits
I looked at the arrangement
how things were covered
against prying eyes
the stones, large in number
varied in size,
all spoke in whispered tones
where the man could not hear
the life, later sadness for the loss
of what they called
the village
of Axos.
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