In Burgos once the young Cistercian nuns
Sang down the stones to ruins we visit now
Their imagined lives still under construction
And the hills around Burgos
They grow sturdier the more
You look back over their shoulders
While the fields once around Burgos
Where I have never been
Still hold our footprints
How is this Burgos even possible
Unless we spend the past
Going back over the future
If memory serves in Burgos once
We had our first rendezvous
Whoever you are dear reader
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