In my dream there were pale paper lanterns

Leading down a darkened passage

Towards a souvenir and gift shop

Boxes of exhausted currency

Lay deep in silent piles

I chose a handful for my loved ones

There was also a painting on the wall

A life study of girl facing a second painting

In a rather cluttered and baroque room

It was called White Girl in Athens

And had been painted by an obscure artist

Whose name was impossible in the poor light