07 May 2011

Come and find me

So I keep you in a flower vase
   with your fatalism, your crooked face
with the daisies and the violet brocades
and I keep me in a vacant lot
in the ivies and forget-me-nots
hoping you'll come and untangle me one of these days

I will never hear this song and not think of riding buses all around Spain.
Weaving tales in my head and daydreaming for hours on end.
Passing by wind energy turbines and huge silhouette cutouts of bulls
perched on the tops of hills.
Rest stops. Fields and mountains.

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