Trees shoot,

Sixty,

Eighty feet up,

Geckos scuttle,

Run roadside,

Zig-zagging,

Covered in dust

 

Gaudi's touch,

Kisses buildings,

Streets,

Pillars,

With mosaic coloured magic

 

Skin singes,

Sizzles,

Through spf 50,

Islands rise from the sea,

Defiantly,

Yachtsmen in the harbour,

Watch on,

Silently

 

Gravy brown brits,

Fresh from their flights,

Helped by uv sessions,

Prowl,

In Jasper Conran,

Gold slipper shoes,

Chunky,

22 carat jewllery.

 

Prawns,

Mussels,

Artichokes,

Fight for space,

On chipped,

Fading stoneware,

Staple of locals,

Braved by tourists

 

Shutters down,

Graffiti'd 'Catalonia is not Spain',

Permanent siesta,

Less bustle,

On shadowed streets,

Away from El Corte Ingles,

One in five is creeping in,

Is stealing its way,

Into paradise.