Crisis? What crisis?

The President has spoken
The Catalan Parliament is dissolved
like Alka-Seltzer

The casera sweeps the floor
after the workmen
who’ll be back to finish off on Monday, ojalá

God-willing

It’s been a sleepless old week
with one thing and another

The evening’s warm and black

Conversations spark
around the terrace
But nothing catches light

Buses pass
half-empty

I permit myself a copa
Just the one

I haven’t been myself
as they say