When in Granada
keep everything in your front pockets
and don't eat the pizza
Don't wear a fanny pack
and don't trust anyone wearing a fanny pack
store olives in your mouth
like a squirrel
listen to the brook
name every street dog "Javi"
then
tear up this poem
and walk slowly
through the Albaicin district
getting as lost
as you possibly can
amidst the gypsies
and tomatoes
ripening in the sun
© 2012 Lee Kitzis
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Love it. It has the feel of walking a strange road.
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