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Seville
Orange-treed
Seville; walk around it.
You have ages : the whole day
(and all of the night, too.)
Romans, Visigoths, Moors, Spaniards,
in turn, have loitered below
an overwhelming, blue dome
bewilderingly clear.
A solitary, majestic sun.
No subtle pastels here.
Doubts, uncertainties,
come from the Sevillians.
Bemused, burly, bejumpered senors
run Tapas bars,
moody with machismo.
February, 80° cool, finds
dyed-blonde, sallowy senoritas,
parading in furs.
So stop for a siesta at Madigans
And see sun-dried Seville
Waiting, watching peoples pass through.
Seville
Graeme Garvey ggarvey@sjfchs.org.uk |