The liquid sea of memories,
strumming its notes through the familiar
strings of the harp playing in the abuela's
old soul.
The pleating in her worn face
holds the kaleidoscope
of conversations, wine and suspended shadows
dancing across the
celestial bliss in the distance.
The amber hill is coated
in the exhales of a couple at peace.
Underneath the ink-stained plague
of expectations, duty and tradition is a man.
Resplendent in the vitality of a new day.
Drenched in a peacock shawl,
his confidant and faithful spouse
dons the pride
of that elegant bird
as a silent flute echoes the
unspoken words and half-hidden smiles
between them.
**inspired by Picasso's "A Spanish couple in front of an Inn"
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