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Apr 2012
the
castillo alhambra            a
watchful brown *****
on  the hill
smiling crenellated un
                                       der grey-silk skirts of cloud &
in wicker chairs mouths
—open (talkin’ bout last night’s walk home from vogue)
—close (swallow morsels of tapas: paella)
                                      
                                       & lips shut ‘round cigarettes.

          …

          … past inactive fountain where children play their various jeugos next to the riverwall and distrustful, rail-thin cats peer from brickwall dens to watch flitting finches bounce on vines & budding branches. it is very warm; the air is heavy as is the ground. man is stuck between like a roach ‘twixt two ***** mattresses // three girls looking at me writing smoking drinking beer eating that paella don’t know what to think.
saturday afternoon in granada/RE-WORKED
A L Davies
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A L Davies  32/M/Canada
(32/M/Canada)   
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