sipping ouzo at sunset

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.

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