The Veiled

In Athens I lined up, with others, in a church
a priest gave us a bag of cakes each, while
I wondered what I was doing there. In front
of me an old lady, she quickly ate her cakes
and lined up for more, the priest refused,
told her to go; she eyed my bag and I gave
it to her. This made her so very glad that she
followed me around the rest of the day,
when I came out of an all night bar she sat
leaning up a against a lamppost… sleeping,
the subdued light had erased her wrinkles she
looked like a little girl made homeless by her
drunken father. Coming to the docks it was
morning and I had seen hidden beauty.