we walk in the rain
and the rain is insistent
beautiful but a bit uncomfortable
like a dancer impatient for fame
the wind whips the rain
electric cable whines through the night
wind whipping the trees on the mountains
in gallicia
i hear the drone still
it sang me a horrible tune last night
and the wind laughs
some days you can go only so far
some days don´t seem right
so you do what´s best to get through
triacastela pulls us to a stop
her small streets ask us to stay
the stone of ages past
stacked lined-up
made into walls made into homes and barns
i see these old stone walls and know
my life is somehow nothing
yet to look at the walls for a long time is
to know the entertainment of man and stone
to taste a bit of momentary security
and wonder at effort... intelligence.... and natures' gifts
sally sleeps
john twangs in the corner
i tap out words fitting for the lost time of an ever expanding universe
it´s a wonder that i still know how to read
the community is hanging together in weakness
anon
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