Lazily staring
Into the sun
He sits and he sits
Sipping ouzo at dawn
Under the shade
Of a tree bearing gifts
On the hill near the house
Where his Grandpa was born
He wants for nothing but time
Spent on the hill
Remembering love-songs
Sung to his wife
Now he picks olives
Strumming her strings
Sipping ouzo at sunset
Raising his glass to their life
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for Daniel Klein, who lives for the here and now.