the Giralda tower,
shimmering in the heat—
the empty streets
chinks of light
slipping through the slatted blinds—
click of the fan
sweat beads up—
thinking of Santa Cruz
and strolling guitars
sliding an ice cube
around my neck and shoulders
waiting for dusk
Stylus Poetry Journal
4 comments:
S-lights of history
step through this tired tower
hearts beat in the now
__Nice: I see the now... the "S"lights of history, peering through the tower's peak.
Thank Doug. Always good to hear from you
Adelaide
Luv this sequence. I can identify so well
Although our Rainy Season has started, we still are having some hot days. This morning though is not so bad 30C.
Much♡love
Thanks for visiting and commenting, Gillena
adelaide
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