in Catalonia II

L’Escala: thunder blue,
the Mediterranean
beat her lace-frilled cuffs against
the coast’s ridged washboard rocks
while the cobla band played on
in brassy silence.

You’ll find a couple of other poetry fragments from my recent trip to Catalonia if you click here.

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