The taste of wine-soaked orange
Barcelona rising
With the funicular passing of pull cords at my kitchen window
Steam from my coffee
Now the tuneful breath of a Catalan calliope
Whose song is picked up by a passing Scirocco
And carried cross the Cezzane landscape
To the Black Madonna on Montserrat
The Olympic village at Montjuic
And the Sagrada Familia in the valley below
Where it is echoed by a guitarist with nimble fingers
Playing in a Medieval church
A few blocks from the school
Where Picasso learned to paint
The persistent ticking
Of the clock in my library
Reminds me of Spanish fans
So expressive in the hands of old women
And you, sharing ice cream in the carousel shade
Watching sunlight, cinematic
Through the spokes of the Ferris wheel
With me, on the threshold of heaven
Timeless as tin toys
The good stuff:
herb gardens
water parks
Gaudi mosaics
old photographs
bicycle bells
turtles
Snopes.com
fresh snow
hot dog carts
art galleries
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