Upon first glance, Dionysiou Aeropagitou
street
looks like any other cobbled
pedestrianized plot
Flanked on one side by antique looking
houses
bustling with life and music wafting
from a roving celloist
Drinking in the sensory strains of a
passing brass band
The odd tourist throws a few shapes on
the makeshift dance floor
Wind blowing in yodeling sounds fiddling
up a piece
rivaling the work of a masterful
composer
Before lighting a cigarette by a rascal
flash of lightning,
My lock of hair decides to undulate like
pliable iron
A crotchety whiff of air throwing a
tantrum
before sneezing its violin
concerto