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The Aphrodite Hotel, La Placa, Athens, 5:30 a.m.
South from the fifth floor window
birdsong weaves a splash of dark roofs,
whitewashed walls, and green awnings,
into a cool dawn of grey hills.
To the west, the Parthenon rises,
renewed by sunlight and the singing of swallows.
Below me, enclosed by modern buildings,
a Greek Orthodox Temple lifts its cross
to the milky sky. Beneath its cupola
of battered red tiles, wildly maroon flowers
cascade down the walls. Revving up,
a car annoys the sleeping city.
White laundry on a distant balcony
catches the sun, flutters the day.
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