Ancient Ephesus for that
stew of Turkish Greek and
Roman relics the tourist’s kids
have no appetite
but the stray cat
on the foot of Augustus Caesar
lapping a puddle between his toes
that they’ll photograph
or lean down for a selfie
with a sleeping street dog
or a picture with friends in a stiff wind
arms out mouths open hair flying
while here I sit catered
cloth napkin dinner surrounded
by the ruins of the Library of Celsus
tossing crumbs to sparrows
lost in the quick pecks
of their godless little lives
than the marbled majestic ones
crumbling all around me
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