Some Days
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 

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