Calleja de las Flores, Córdoba, Spain
photo & poem © Jesús Montero
Right in the heart
Of a well cobbled square,
A Mexican nun
Tends to the bell,
Under the watchful eye
Of green weeping ferns.
She opens the gate
And adjusts to the glare,
As the morning sun wakes,
The convent of St. Claire.
What bring you, fresh eggs?
What must you request?
For you knock
On our door
With a wish, which is fair.
Are you close to your dream?
Have you hit a dry patch?
For you know that St. Claire,
In her mind, will oft bear,
Many,
A Filmmaker’s prayer.
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