Girona

The air feels thick and sweet

And delicious at the same time

Like her breath down my neck on a summertime evening

Or a gob of stracciatella on my tongue

When was the last time you felt so young

Summertime on a park seat

A view of the green granite hills in the haze

A velo waits for you

To go get in your groove

And spend some time with your muse

Chilled Grenache or Pinot Noir

Cigarettes, I don’t care

Or even know how

People care to live

Broke but not bored god knows how

What does one do

Within the ancient walls

Marvel at the spires

Or watch the other eyes

Pried from the beach

Took the rails to the hills

Pretty with some frills

Tommy Hilfiger, something else sparkly

And a smile that kills

Don’t let your wine spill

Cool breeze your sails will fill

Flee or follow

Smoke will rise

Feelings like the tide

Let them wash

The walls of time

Seek the hills

Not the pills

The flowers of life

Are outside these walls

Of these city streets

Running wild