![]() Getting to HappyA Poem by JenniferMarieI am alone watching the light recede from my path as if
swallowed, Then, there is the moonlight on uneven pavement, In the old Spanish town which I have borrowed. Three nights I’ve slept in an adobe villa, hollow, the odor of sea on everything; this moment I am alone watching light recede from my path as if
swallowed. But it is the music that life is here I follow Stalled days, that in me flower movement. In the old Spanish town which I have borrowed. I will go to the Plaza tomorrow through archways, past cafes, forgetting that I am alone watching the light recede from my path as if
swallowed. One day I watch the old man, with fish brought up from the
sea below, Listen to the noise of him preparing paella, in the air its scent In the old Spanish town which I have borrowed. In the evening, wind soft as petals, I go down to the cafe along the sea watching the light warm the earth around us In the old Spanish town which I have borrowed © 2022 JenniferMarieReviews
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