after bells and hooves are silenced
and pictures developed
once children are tucked, asleep between yellow and orange walls
after her husband returns to cadiz amid flurried news of kennedy and franco
maggie will pull a thick velvet album
from the top shelf of a plain wooden hutch,
and begin the process of black-cornering photos of
street vendors, monkeys
and castanets captured mid-air
and there in the balm of a mediterranean night, with silver ink
she will speak to her children and to their children
the streets
she will write
were alive
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