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