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madrid in springtime
madrid in springtime
i have never seen madrid in the springtime
i have never seen madrid at all
does the sun rise differently in madrid
than in san francisco
on those rare city days when there is no fog
nor wind to chase the clouds away
i have seen morning in san francisco
where lovers stroll hand in hand
down meandering paths
parting with the majesty of coit tower
somehow
it reminded me of what madrid must be like
in the springtime
lovers carry multi-colored blankets
tucked under their arms
and wear smiles and sunglasses
on days like this
the water changes color with the day
as the bay is filled with sailboats
hoisting colorful sails to the blue-sky background
whipping around in circles
and going nowhere until the sun begins to set
tiberon sits quietly like an oil painting
in the near distance
with colors bright and plentiful
defining the boundaries of the quaint little town
where they lap into the pacific
and rinse off like rounded stones of gray and brown
madrid would be seen through the lens of a camera
should i ever visit
in the springtime
while remembering san francisco
for now
i will look across the bay
and wonder if madrid in the springtime
is a place for lovers
would you join me someday
when i rub the sleepy dreams from my eyes
and raise my sails to the wind
hoping to catch a glimpse of madrid
in the springtime
i have never seen madrid in the springtime
i have never seen madrid at all
tolbert
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wayne tolbert
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