British folks dream
of idyllic summer escapes
from the drear of dying England
barefoot walks along Costa Del Sol
Malaga midnight dinners and dancing
You dream
of la Caldera de Taburiente at midnight
where the din of a raving mad man does not translate
the racist haze of burning cities does not scent the air
and the universe carts and wheels in the sky above you
6-1-20
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