September 2017

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Spanish Poems

By Jonathan Hadwen


after Lorca


The first day of summer – 

I leave my shoes at the door

and pen a poem about the ordinary.


I write a poem for each month

but in September

             only silence.


I read poetry instead,

            from Spain:

a guitar’s bass string,

the desert heat of Cordoba,

a distant revolution,

the death of a gypsy girl.