Sevilla

By R L Swihart

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1.
Till the end (there is no end)

2.
Scores of flying scissors cutting the air
above the rooftops and cathedral

3.
She is so much younger

4.
They leave (hidden behind the column her friend
had been only an audio and purse). We stay
and take their place (watching, sipping
our beers, crunching our snacks)

5.
The burning fish is dying a slow death behind the cathedral.
A last gasp of orange and black has taken the scissors
and the fish. Only the cathedral remains, drinking
imperfectly (perfectly) from the absent
moon

– R L Swihart