Yo Soy Parte

As good as Spanish wine, I’ve seen

the landscape’s eyes. It’s neither green by the sea

or dry by Madrid but it’s blocked and tiled like

castles. I cannot judge the square of Spaniards.

 

Ciego to culture are my foreign friends. Picturing

them now—

how stuck they are. In their head:

the idea of dejando is worse than yendo.

 

My city shines; but Barcelona is better. Spain—

my dream.

Errante heart;

poderoso experiences.

Yo soy parte de esta.

 

©Dawson Lehmann

2016

 

 

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About dawsoleh

poet. writer. student. hipster. cowboy. friend.
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