mendigas-- beggars, and barkers,
competing for attention with the
smells of tapas and sweat and
scantily-clad touristas in a rush.
The joy of being here, now,
the birds cooing and the breeze
blowing the sheer curtains,
smell of wood, scent of adventure.
greening power of love,
open to the day.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018