A solitary angler underneath the Roman bridge
reeling in his line to cast it out again
nothing’s biting
except for the midgies,

I’m guessing his perseverance will be rewarded
eventually.

this rush of humanity
over the river
back and forth
pays no heed to him
nor he to them,
I’m guessing that fishermen
are used to it.

A place of parables and Paradillas
a paradise in which
to eat and to be fed
and to be
led eagerly into the next
tale.