A Poem
Lines to CordobaCordoba, your river is full of djinn
that once roamed your olive groves:
they now go up and down
these meagre waves
unable to leave
At dusk,
they stand at your gates like lamenting lovers,
begging that naked man
in the parched courtyard of La Mezquita
"guard that from which we are forever banished"
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