We took almost the same picture
from inside the courtyard
facing the cobblestoned street:
the horse through the arched mudéjar doorway
it’s carriage-carrying tourists hidden
behind the thick ancient wall.
Continue Reading »El cante de los loros salvajes en Los Jardines de Murillo (Wild parrots sing in the Murillo Gardens)
It was a surprise to learn the park was closed
giant wrought iron gates chained and padlocked shut
in anticipation of strong winds and rain
forecast for much later in the day.
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Lovers kiss on the corner of Dueñas y Doña Maria Coronel
oblivious to the upended maroon sofa and overfull trash bins
awaiting pick up in the morning
the toddler whining in futile defiance
his parents scolding and hurrying him along
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I seek out the street that shares your name
amble behind the bull ring
alongside the Guadalquivir
across the Puente de Isabella II
past the restaurant
where we ate poorly-fried tapas
when we weren’t hungry.
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El vendedor de paletas
I can see him through your eyes:
the small boy with a pushcart
outside the escuela primaria
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