Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Sounds of a Saturday, Missed Opportunity.
A sound gently calls me from sleep, Unique cry with indistict words, The jangle of bells on a horse; The arabber goes up my block. I want to go out there and ask If he has bananas for sale, But I'm in too much pain to stir. I listen as he passes by.
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