A few poems...

https://wonderlusttravel.com/paris-poem/

Dans la Direction de Paris

On the train to Paris,

I brush my hand across your hand

then draw it back. I think of you

and you are already a memory,

the memory of a memory...

https://www.beltwaypoetry.com/athens-by-day-our-rome-helen-mitsios/

In Plaka the travertine streets are worn
slippery and pockmarked under our dusty sandals.
We make unpretty loops around broken marbles
and columns that once stood up for something.
The ruins are indifferent to us...

In the ancient city it is impossible
to feel old. Gelato colored buildings and dusty
paint on the walls around as we walk
snake-charmed sampietrino streets.
On the terrace of the Hassler Hotel bar
the sun sets dark into glintings of possibility
alive in a prosecco glass. A surround
of stars appear each a tiny flashlight
of regret memorialized, not the wish or
a navigator’s solace but marking instead:
if only I had done this instead of that...

https://www.talismanmag.net/mitsios.html

Summer

We stared at the ocean because 
it was there like an empty box 
or an instrument we never learned 
to play...

https://www.talismanmag.net/mitsios.html

Varanasi

Dried fishnets on the shore
and funeral ghats surrounded
by spectators and bursts of orange
marigolds...

https://blog.harryanddavid.com/ode-to-the-royal-riviera-pears/

Ode to a Pear

Royal Riviera Pear,
there’s no other pear
that compares to you.
Luscious and large,
golden and blushed,
like a cherub you arrive
on my doorstep... 

https://forward.com/culture/307883/poem-vilna-fairytale/

Vilna Fairytale

Over rooftops and forests, rivers, domes
and the belfries of Vilna, the magic carpet
in my mind flies to a small maze
of buildings where the ghettos used to be...