We met on a train
Both heading toward Greece
She to a small town
Me to Thessaloniki
She’d said I’m her first American friend
An historic day
It was 2010
So personable, so much promise
I was impressed
With the Engineering student competing
Building robots with her team
So much younger than me but together
We were ageless
Around we went
To all the favorite student places
You see I’d chosen a place they loved to go
Not that I knew
But I found out the best to enjoy during my stay
Representing very well her home country and me
Everyone around the world should be this way
Differences between us all could not exist
Later she left for her connecting train
I walked her there
We’ve kept in touch till this very day
Yes, even now
I sat at a bistro like other Europeans
New found knowledge abound
A real part of them I am
Next to flower boxes looking across the street
Not the flower boxes looking but me; I’m doing the looking
At the sea
(There’s a better way to put that I don’t doubt. Maybe later I’ll figure it all out and edit this piece with my audience unawares. Though I told you won’t know when. What fun!)
On the street cars fly by
Lending a contradiction to the peace I can’t help but feel
Just beyond assorted boats dot the surface, making specs
On the border of the sky
Is that a battleship there, right there, look, straight ahead?
Do you see?
Interesting thoughts occur that this place knows
So much more than me, and that
Everywhere but my country is prepared for anything
Because of venerable experience
What they’ve been through, I know it would be
We’re young yet
A few days later at a new favorite café
It’s my turn to spend the moments before I board the train
To marvel one last time
At the unique scenery I will leave behind
Macedonian churches in the middle of buildings
Seeming out of place, but they were
Built long before these apartments existed
Before there were a trace, and now
Some look dilapidated, some are tall
Together they make an eccentric horizon
As if the streets were an elongated desk and churches
Were paperweights of monstrous size that
Anchor the buildings down; unmovable, strong, keeping leafs
From flying, held in place, tethered against any storm
A vision timeless where they belong
As I pull away
That will never leave my mind
In a private compartment I sit
Till the next country I arrive
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