Thing go in cycles
I’ll tell it straight
Today I saw Peter at the Cathedral.
His arms were dancing in the sacred air
Gently holding the bouncing mallets
While striking the strings.
He hung up his red sauce pan
Summer hot in the city every year
Went into his Rambla de Raval 4x4 room
Put on the TV a foot from his face
Laughing out loud and eating the chicken stew.
His wife in Belarusa was a bit ill
But they were building a house for the kids.
---Summer 2006, Barcelona, Spain