The linen
feels good against
my
skin
and
I
can be
at peace
nearly
simply to write
glance at the
chewing
jaws
of another
Borough goer
admiring
the sleek
turquoise
lines
and brown leather saddle
of a
racing bike
nearby
look left
and think
for not
too
long
at walking feet
slowly getting smaller
smell
coffee
chorizo
and
meat
to the
rhythm
of wheel blurring
eyes
and the
passion
of the ring
RECIBIENDO!
chanting
those haling
spanish
charms
to the
backdrop
of whirling
pleated
skirts.
