After sixth grade
Our minds were on the village stroll
In our Sunday best
To steal a little look
The girls, arm in arm
One in red, one in blue
We didn’t know if they were enchanting us
Or making fun of us
After so many walks
The girls didn’t enchant us
What enchanted us were the smells from the bakery
And we searched our pockets for drachmas
And like the fox
With the unripe grapes
We set our minds elsewhere
To eat bread and cheese
Vangelis tells me then
“The girls are way too high for us”
“Do you have a drachma or two
So we can buy some bread?”
“I’ll buy the bread,” I said
“You get a bit of cheese”
And we ate very secretly
So other kids wouldn’t take it from us
And so every Sunday
Cheese from Bate Kouzis’ shop
And white, fluffy bread
From Paraftsis’ courtyard
How beautiful life was
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