Why was the fig so full and sweet?
Was it because it grew in Vravrona?
Where Artemis secretly reigns?
Here in the sanctuary where the soil
Still holds the patter of young feet
Here birds, like girls, converse
In high pitched happy voices?
All this perhaps,
But the fig was more than just sweet.
For young and tall Niko,
Like an ancient Greek athlete,
Jumped high to fetch one for me.
The being consumed by the luscious taste,
Realized that it was Niko’s act
Truly, that sweetened it more for me.