Sonnet for the Mytilini Market
The market sounds of Mytilini!
I immerse in the pool
of new language,
so even zealous shouts
seem liquified to music.
May my paper marks strain your
ear to the recipe of happiness,
the vigor of the laughter,
the barreling train of enthusiasm
for the new morning.
In a shop, Antonìa declares:
A difficult day; still, I sing!
On a day that’s easy, imagine,
I dance as well!
©Susa Silvermarie 2019
