By the banks of the Nervión river
In the cool of the chestnut trees
I watched a wayward fallen leaf
Tumbling along in the breeze;
Touching my bare sandaled toes
It said 'Time passes quickly by'
And I thought as it floated away
That it went with a hint of a sigh.
Trams green and black in Bilbao
That sound as low as our prayers;
Then a city centre bus sped by
And it made me sit up and stare-
At a dressed up matron seated
With knitting needles and wool
Or so I was fooled into thinking-
By an image so very well done.
Matt Mooney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bilbao-interlude/
