Granada Part III

III Short 1’s   

I

Play on boys                                      
sing and clap on               
rough gypsy sketches
of flamenco         
echo a live demo                  
before the valley
in Granada                   
flowing to the Sierra Nevada
warm and dry
“Free as a Bird”
I fly
between the palace and
San Nicolas
to the white sun

II

I’ll never be a king but I’m content in my own dream
reaching out to touch you on the ledge where you sit
legs dangling like a dance
long-haired queen.

III

The clouds make the mountains grow higher
snowy peaks growing brighter
old Irving the damn statue writer
following us all day.
But, Washington!
that’s O.K.