Pg. 46 — IN CORFU by Irina Moga
That day in Corfu –
how surprised we were
by its narrow lanes,
small fountains
and hidden piazzettas –
so different from the
islands, and its sun-drenched,
whitewashed houses
here, in Corfu, a more subdued architecture
its tonality nearly Italian –
square, two or three-storied
buildings painted in ochre hues,
folks talking over our heads,
bedcovers hung out in the wind –
running from the windows of a house
to the neighbor’s window across the street
a UFO
caught between
clotheslines.