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Roman Vision
Poetry Welcome towerwinds2914
David Gill

What would Hadrian say?
Feline intruders stalk his ground
Diners look amused.

Pentelic stones are lit in golden white
Bats flit through the trees
Owls screech their warnings.

Where is his city now?
Blocks have fallen
In Plaka, his Hellenic Dream

By the Tower of the Winds
September 2001

David Gill