Kaleidoscope by June Stepansky - HTML preview

 TOURIST

Sometimes in the night

I can still feel the heat of a man’s eyes

from across the plaza in Nauplia , Greece.

It was the softest of summer nights,

and he watched with his hot eyes

as couples strolled the promenade.

Or was it in Granada, Spain or in Morocco

that I saw, or thought I saw,

a furtive glance, a quiet fire.

Or yet again around a rooftop pool in Tel Aviv,

someone watching

from behind his sunglasses.

The memory of exotic eyes in exotic places

sometimes, in the night,

can still cause

reverberations.