TOURIST
Sometimes in the night
I can still feel the heat of a man’s eyes
from across the plaza in Nauplia , Greece.
It was the softest of summer nights,
and he watched with his hot eyes
as couples strolled the promenade.
Or was it in Granada, Spain or in Morocco
that I saw, or thought I saw,
a furtive glance, a quiet fire.
Or yet again around a rooftop pool in Tel Aviv,
someone watching
from behind his sunglasses.
The memory of exotic eyes in exotic places
sometimes, in the night,
can still cause
reverberations.
