in Aranjuez, a shady
bench between the river
and the fountains, breeze
full of flowers, grass and earth.
I'm watching ducks, in Spain,
I will spend the afternoon here,
and this morning I was alone
in Queen Isabel's rooms,
taking prohibited photos
and betraying myself by sighing
at royal wedding gowns.
All those tears over boys
wouldn't fill one chalice,
and I'm watching ducks, in Aranjuez.
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