We saw
The polish nuns on the (their) way to Santiago
A memory of an old civil war
Sushi bar sretch limos
Rock art and a lighthouse
Seaguls and strong waves
Upon a wide sargassus sea
Sunflowers, cornfields
We saw
Cyclist running by
A line of green tilled houses
The long tube line
And a band playing at the other end
We saw
The rocket train on rusty tracks
Surrounded by weeds
And the football fans round the stadium
Dressed in scarves and jerseys
Honking and screaming
Taking the mall
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