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the lion tamer sailed from Piraeus...
on a close loop....
to Lisbon...eventually
rising in the afternoon...bathed and braided....
the ride to the tower
was uneventful...the taxi...polite and undistinguished.....
a walk in the rip-rap
conjured
forgotten Adriatic blues...
the balcony
where the birds were taken in hand
formed a half-circle...roped velvet hung heavy..
folds of sweet cherry smoke yellowed the cloister....
the man without a hat entered
and
the mission was unaccomplished..
.stuff of a daymare's meanderings
in a blue suit.....?
all lace and magnolias, the bleached and fettered stone-cutter's bearer wilted quietly......
as
the archetypical symmetry
of a tiger lost on the road to Escorial....eyes no longer glowing in the dark.........
was replaced by Rato Mickey,
two new sweaters, a beret.... and a handful of silver buttons......
one hit...one myth......one castle to go....
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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