Last Night In Madrid

Goodbye rooftops 

And goodbye you 

Youths in the gardens 

Bathed in blue 

Goodbye garbage 

Far below the 

Falling fearless

Festival glow 

Goodbye gorgeous 

Evening wealth 

Made in sunlit

Marble clouds

That pried my 

Callous coughing heart 

From pride and

Wonder and your art.

And goodbye guías, 

Midnight teas, 

And toasts to the crowd 

Whose transparent tease 

Wrests you from my 

Wanton arms 

And casts your streets 

In alien charms.