Spanish steps
one rythm
solo vocals
just one hymn

The night unveils
above the platform
white owls screeching
in the night. A
tender arrival suits
himself all in red.
These ebullient moons of
the nights harken back.

The bloodstain of a
bullfight paints the
steps of the biblioteca,
across the street from
the church of The Santa Pina.

The blooming spanish
seed of a thousand nights'
planets consort dancing under
the moonlight's dress.

Only once a chance was
given to all these
prevailers of the
night.

Now in silence
a hot brass chortle
confuses and erupts and erases
killing midnight from the eve.

The moonlit night has
danced, the passing
trains ought forwards and on
ward and too and too,
and another night
passes from stillness
to excitement.