A Spanish lament
blooms in high halls; ... in incarcerated windows
unflowering on the marble almost touching the vines
then pouring and straining in their stony spouse's eyes
through jigsawed cobbled streets. a length of breath away.
... and intermittently pulsing strings The sadness of the World
spray the orange from the lamps sprouts in between the crevasses
painting the cries ripe and full of taste -
and mellowing the sorrow. a feast for crows
and only one plate.