The agora is filled with merchants.
A philosopher orates his lesson for the day.
Wine is given to the thirsty man.
The temple pillars stand straight and tall.
Flowers are woven into garlands
and then lain across the statues.
Salty sea air wafts up from the harbor
as I overlook the waters from my hotel balcony.
Fellow tourists wear their colourful outfits
filling the streets on this festival day.
I smile in anticipation!
Saturn's Premier Poet 