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Morning, Paros

Strong winds all week,
fishermen mending nets
behind the shelter
of their caique cabins,
this morning: calm,
the boats gone.
At the door of the Orthodox Church,
two baskets of fresh bread,
sliced in thick chunks,
the interior is dim, scented,
lit by gleams of precious metals,
lifted by a priest’s cadenced
baritone chanting;
an old couple enters,
setting forth on waves
of sorrow and acceptance.

1 Oct 2016