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Chapter Four: Wanderings in the Wilderness (Continued)
Previously: The Fool boarded a bus for Barcelona.
The bus relieved itself in Gerona
and let out my friend Daniel,
then ceased its journey in Barcelona.
Things were strange enough when I did understand the language.
At the Barcelona Zoo I asked someone where I could buy
“a bag of children.”
I try to speak with such native flair, but I know when I do
I must have that same dull, sweet expression
as my friend’s Irish Setter
when he says, “I love you”
But I did love them–the Barcelonans.
silly brilliant gifted idiot that I was–
I wanted to help them (imagine)–
so rich in their poverty, so poor in their wealth.
the sweetest raisins I’ve ever had
and streaky beards
and women as lovely as sand;
and priests who stand in doorways and yell
at bums who dribble
and pee into dancing fountains;
and down by the harbor, old ship’s cats
who’ve lost their sea-legs,
boney things that stammer when they meow.
I saw a pirate in a doorway;
the best he could do was a canary.
At the Harbor I stood watching…
The voice hadn’t disturbed my sleep for three nights now.
What were you doing, Francisco Franco?
What were you trying to do?
Look what you did.
I was glad the voice was hadn’t come back.
I missed it terribly.
With gentle, undulating,
pink and purple dispositions,
the dolphins sail the Costa Brava.
I think dolphins are
a lot more human than people.
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