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    • Aug 14, 2011
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The Cats of the River Darro

The cats of the River Darro see

From ancient banks that lie

The passing of humanity

Alhambra’s glassy eye



Politicos in corrupted deals

Above that meal of bones

The English teacher dares that she’ll

Upon those cobblestones



And starry lovers are so surest

Down where this water laps

Near shopkeepers who rip off tourists

With their books of maps

 

The artist who paints despair

Sets up amongst the weeds

While in the Moor’s labyrinthine lair

Hang Catholic strings of beads

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