The terrace tilts beneath thunderheads
And a Spanish twanging guitar

New chords leap behind barks and
Irritated canine Olympics

Raindrops plop on paper
With ink smearing like blood

Bruised creativity
Brandished with an American paintbrush

The world swims in red wine
Picked by gleeful 15 somethings
Carpe diem buzzing like gnats by ears

But the strumming overpowers it
The stormy grey cathedrals
The hanging threadbare rugs
Calling me to prayer with a megaphone
Drenched with cerveza sweat
And gleaming with October bliss