Kyoku #0307
George Gott

On the day that he died
he smiled at me.

Garcia Lorca smiled at me.

He said
Jorge
What have you been doing
all my life?

He said
Meet me somewhere
in Barcelona
or Seville.

I said
I know what you are thinking
and I will be with you
somewhere beyond the Andalusian fields.

And I do not expect
to disappoint you.

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