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Unread 08-18-2019, 05:09 AM
Mark McDonnell Mark McDonnell is offline
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Familia

Panic-drenched and dreamlike, we emerge
from metro steps to a blast of cars and heat —
my wallet gone. A dip on a crowded train.
Then stumbling minutes searching blind, a street
of tapas bars and noise for phone connection
to cancel cards. To wipe it all away.

The Nativity facade soars far above us —
it crawls and melts and blossoms like a brain.
Like Gaudi's, as he crossed his final line —
or mine, grasping at wi-fi to make the call.
And all, save fifty euros, turns out fine.

And money comes and goes. I know the pang
of useless tourist guilt, however mild,
at every crouching beggar, at each good meal —
I tell myself the notes might feed a child.

Still, I'm quiet the next day — fitting in
with seaside plans and the twins' excited cries,
but distant, picking at the thing. Something.
Perhaps my own grand project undermined,
my own facade — protector — wavering.
And shame, I think, at being the stooge, the mark —
my lack of guile somebody's easy score.

In death as life — distracted, rapt, alone.
The tram hit. Gaudi lay for hours, ignored,
mistaken for a beggar. O mi familia
lo siento! Dad! they shake me. Mark!
my wife. Forget it now, come eat paella.
Ah, bless them, my sagrada living stone —
unfinished — how they lead me through the dark.




S5L5: 'Cheer up' —> 'Forget it now'

S4L1-4 was

Still, I'm quiet the next day — fitting in
with seaside plans and the twins' excited cries,
but distant, brooding, picking at the thing.
Something. My own grand project undermined,

Changed details of L3 and 4
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