Rain in Spain Series 1
Galileo Galilei and me were born on the same day, of the same rock
you coming in, you the Sun Kings.
the kind who would deliver a briefcase full of self-help books and power bars
Fur of a lion cub linted on your coat.
the natural instinct to make a promise without knowing how to meet it...
and impose, like a proud beast
you of heliolight and conquest, of bellicose brow and golden tongue
you suns around whom you know all revolves.
your welcoming, though ceding: a Roman welcome in peripheral lands
the spite spilt dries on the rocks.
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