POSTCARD FROM COS

We chanced today upon a garden fair,

the scent of roses carried on the air.

A black-garbed lady caught my eye.

From my impoverished store of Greek,

'Poli orea' said I.

Then, smiling with pleasure; she did not speak

but motioned me to wait - and cut and gave to me

a portion of her treasure !

Poli orea beautiful