ANCIENT STREETS
As I walked the ancient streets
A strange combination of
Auto exhaust and spices
Filled the air, Distant musicDanced through my mind and voices
Whispered unfamiliar sounds.
The sky was growing darker
As I reached the upward path
And lush green grass hid crickets:
My welcoming committee;
But as I reached the entrance
The gate was shut and locked up.
Hundreds of miles I'd traveled
For rocks and stones translated
Thousands of years in the past;
Still I was happy to be
Where goddesses had wandered
As I walked the ancient streets.
Caren E. Salas
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