Poem: Barcelona ~ George Franklin
Barcelona
~ George Franklin
I imagine you on a cold day in Barcelona, wind
Lashing the spires of Sagrada Familia and the palm trees
By the beach dreaming of Africa, listening
To obscenities shouted by the waves.
I imagine you with a leather coat
And lapis earrings and a blouse almost
As smooth as your skin. There is a glass
Of wine in front of you and inside the wine
A little fire. We finished talking a long time ago,
But neither one of us has the courage to leave.
