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Some days I wear black and walk like a widow
Some days I wake to find the sun on my mind Some days old men's beads chatter on the sidewalk Some days there are more birds than cones in the pines Some days I sing songs in a language I don't know Some days the flower vendor gives me a sign Some days spring blossoms through branches of winter Some days all is light and I know the spiral of time (Some days I don't wake and that's very sad) Athens 1977 |