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Old Madrid
Old Madrid in Spring
it’s only when
you listen
the city reveals
its beating heart
cool breezes vent
down the narrow streets
the sunny sides are warm
the shady sides are quite cold
distant phone alarms
rouse people into wakefulness
eclectic cars purr like hospital monitors
they are far too advanced
for such a place
the faces of saints and sinners
occupy every turn
tiles depicting scenes
of historical dis-concern
cathedrals sits heavy
in the landscape
with their stony facades
depicting their god
I see
the cross that crucified
the nail that nailed the hands
the sword that cuts the side
and Judas the one that lied
I watch the old parishioner
sweep the iron stone steps
her penance is that she
has lived far too long
Moorish building struggle
to occupy space
for they are long gone
they are all alone
the early morning sounds
are being cranked up
sluice gates are opened
the rush hour is released
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Tony Kirk
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