Portland to Barcelona, Winter to Spring
III. Barcelona
On a park bench, we sit as he unwraps
the old blue bottle, thick with a relief
of Catalans dancing the sardana.
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Follow me there.
III. Barcelona
On a park bench, we sit as he unwraps
the old blue bottle, thick with a relief
of Catalans dancing the sardana.
Read more at Modern Poetry Quarterly Review