Strong Life

The city is crowded but quiet

at these in between hours

when shops close

and Grecians come home to sleep

spread on top of sheets

air conditioners humming

like satisfied bees.

They picked us up from the airport

out of a crowd

we stumbled over conversation.

They said it would be hard to understand eachother

both of us speaking foreign languages

but, when she said–

“You will love it here. Life is different.”

And then tripping over her words

fist to heart

“Here. Strong life.”

–nothing was lost in translation.


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