Dionysiou Aeropagitou street
by Sofia Kioroglou

 

 

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

 

 

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