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Reflections of a working writer and reader



Adios Madrid

Gracias for your beggars, ubiquitous as fear.
The atonement of hand-washed tiles in the Metro.

For tomatoes, scarlet with passion.
Pocket-size dogs bred from a pinpoint of invisibility.

For plazas of victory and defeat
repeated in your bourgeois streets.

For spare and quiffed shrieks of
Modernity in the spaces set aside.

For nightlife, candle-light, sangria, Juan Gris
and the endearing umbra of the strawberry tree.

Gracias; I won’t return
to taste the smile of someone new
glimpsed in the final kiss you blew.

3 Responses to “Adios Madrid”

  1. Superb, John. The last two lines are superlative.

  2. john baker says:

    Gracias, Bhupinder.

  3. Sent me to the dictionary for quiffed.