Under the Andalucia sun

Under the midday sun

The cork trees fizz

Like electricity lines. 

We dive into cooling water

Then lazily lunch

Waiting for late summer swifts

To swoop across the perfect blue pool.

Spanish mountain haze

Feint children’s voices

The kennel dogs yap

Then howl into dusk

Our barefeet on hot tiles

Waiting to take in more sights

Of Andalucia.