forgotten song

[Thunderembargo]

in the hot nights of Andalusia                      
the moon shines in the bull’s sweaty back
ay ay ay the colors                                         well sounded lines,

boys throw the shirts
river noise                                                   

everything is so wonderful
when the stars are big                                     simple description creates empty space for the mind
and clear the paths of young blood
ah, gypsy
the fish floats on my wrist                               this creates a panorama out of a mural
in the fine rain of my eyes

my forgotten song – Andalusia

I always love the ode" in poetry, the homage, the celebration of an ideal