As I walk around town with my phone camera,
almost anything could make an OK picture.
I don’t need no Alhambra
to deliver me some light and glamour—
maybe just those stove vent fixtures
on that restaurant roof my phone camera
glimpses; or the United soccer stadium.
I impose no strictures
on my subject. What the hell was
the Alhambra,
anyhow?—a fortress in Grenada,
built in the middle ages by the Moors
(if I go to Spain, I’ll shoot it with my phone camera).
Ferdinand got it in the Reconquista,
and he and Melania lived it it for much of the year.
That was the Alhambra.
And how about the Roman Colosseum,
flooded to depict bloody naval battles?
As I walk around town with my phone camera,
everything I see is my Alhambra.
