(I have taken copper candlesticks and checkered tablecloths for my eyes.) I waited two hours in the kafenion with Athens and purple clouds, the lace veil of autumn, and sounds of the lottery sellers shouting, "I have." The brandy was warm in my mouth hearing his footsteps of small comboloi beads striking concrete. (I have taken mint vases and rusted coins for my shelf.) "I am leaving tomorrow," my voice was hurried and the girls' thighs damp on Lycavetos. Later we walked home the first roasted chestnuts of October filling our hands. (I have taken violet islands and white cities for my book.) We listened to jazz and bouzouki comparing the length of the tone of our lands. "Autumn is best for remembering," he said, and slowly a rider came topping the trees with the wind in his feet. The sky opens its legs and I enter, the rain is gray.
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