RedGage

~* On Tapas de World *~

Seated at a round table
  in the corner of the square.
The waning light of evening
  still heavy with the day's hot air.
In need of cooling refreshment
  I cross my lips with an icy beer.

Couples saunter through the plaza
  while squealing kids chase a dog.
Solo guitarist plucks the flamenco
  his woman stomps claps and twirls.
Black-tied and starched-shirted waiter
  places before me a buffet of tiny plates.

Be it Sevilla, or Madrid, or Barcelona,
  it doesn't really matter.
It is evening in Espana, and
  I'm sitting on tapas de world!

                    ~*  MrBill © 2001 *~