mediodia, Albayzín – last day of '15
a
rooster in the city
tells
dawn to the walls
all
morning
pigeon
flocks stir something in him
it
is a puzzle of winding ways
churches
far below and above
voices
behind me of solo pedestrians
a
hand to head as if tooth aches
they
have other worlds in mind
overtake
me
as
I write this down
climb
into cars, drive off
some
sit the stairs
action
is anxious
there
are rug beaters
clouded
in dust
there
are dogs of great patience
sometimes
it's just conversation
slow
two stroke ascent
'fandango
de la mari' on the cliff above
ruins
abound in hashish whiff
spat
seeds are cobbles in miniature
first
fireworks before noon
could
be a terror attack
such
is the age
in
which we are passing
bells
of twelve
are
a distance to chime
they're
for the stillness
we're
well beyond here
the
pigeons have another world
at
least the rooster still commands
imagination's
harem
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