from The Heyday (travel poetry in progress . .

Olympia, Turkey

two hundred fifteen years ago 
we crossed a large court and entered a large door
they could tell where we were by the barking of dogs
Jenny exclaimed “why these weeds are grapevines”
tanglesome and troublesome we passed among the houses
seeing no road we took a large hill to the left 
it was in the time of great floods
part of the way was covered with large loose stones
we trod on them
we hurried across the ravine and up a winding road
to get a drink we opened the merchant’s freezer 
we left him a note
after a while we arrived at eternal torches
we took to the brambles
the gate lead to ancient temples
the orifices were no longer marble

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