Two elderly women in buffalo fur coats
—like the campaign coats of centurion—
stand at the zinc counter
of the male-dominated bar, talking at
each other: small, gesticulating upwards.
Old men frown, slapping down dominoes.
(This is the fourth of a series of blog posts of poems from my second collection, Santiago Sketches, which is entirely set in the pilgrimage city of Santiago de Compostela in northwestern Spain. (For more on the background of the writing of the book, take a look at this recent post.) You can read more poems here, in Spanish and in English. If you'd like to buy the book, purchase information is on my website.