Poem: walk the bullrings of Spain, forget forget, 20,000 gold clarions, board a plane from Eivissa to Mallorca with sheep, goat, wait for the broken and the smiling

An arcadia of imagination

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Pic: Paradisio Publishing

the bullrings of Spain

hop from 

Menorca to Majorca to Eivissa

drink a beer out of a glass out of an icebox in Alcudia Old Town

watch your son eat a crepe made fresh with bananas

take the boat to the port at Ibiza Town

and lunch on fish pulled from the Med that morn

go dancing at the club a half mile in from the eastern coast

jump a plane to Mini-orca

and recall 3 decades ago

the farmerwoman boarding

with sheep and goat

hobbling them at the back

she

returned them to the hills 

in an endless summer 

like this one:

        sun on your shoulders

        beaches gold ribbons 

        sand warm on toes 

        ingot light spiralling

and mindpicture:

islands 

midearth waters

20,000 gold clarions

sounding 

the galaxies

as we down wine

feast on entrecôte that should be running the bullrings of Spain

and all the world is all the world

and is simply: