I was sitting on our balcony

Which overlooked the swimming pool

You were sunbathing with Anna

And occasionally swimming with ease

There was a small road next to the hotel

Which saw light traffic during the high hours

With the exception of two American women

You were all topless as is the trend in European resorts

A Greek Orthodox priest passed as the day separated

He glanced at the pool and smiled lightly to himself

I was sure that he was thanking our shared God

Others passed by some on wheels some walking

But most ignored the hotel swimming pool

As the recreation was commonplace and accepted

Anna stood up and asked me throw down her shades

Which I did without too much effort

I then settled down and thought about

About the beauties of the roads to freedom

 

 

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Georgioupoli Crete