Pages 89 & 90: Alicante
The smell of bread
rising for lunchtime rush
floods open windows
in hot waves
Ole, Lucentum
city of light
Swerving lane to lane
we power towards the sea
Her thin brown arms
twist the steering wheel
curving towards the harbor
blurring all colors
Ole, Lucentum
city of light
Gold bracelets draw
out the tan from her skin
I move my face closer
"Wait," she laughs, "First, lunch"
Ole, Lucentum
city of light
This is not my narrative
It does not matter
A book on flamenco
stamps roses on my cheeks
Ole, Lucentum
city of light
Algerians cluster on the quay
amidst suitcases stuffed
with carpets and breakfast cereals
waiting for the boat to Oran
– eileen tabios
(After Pages 89 &90 of Duende: A Journey Into the Heart of Flamenco, a memoir by Jason Webster)