One More Day

Blue as the sea, Sierra Madres rim Bandaras, bay of flags. 

Mist bruises the mountains not yet burned by sun.

Time for us to go, even though the colors hold like glue; 

magnolias and wild flowers beckon.

One more day, you sing. 

One day more I sing in chorus.

In days, the sea will be a spectre,

pirated colored glass the only reminder of paradise,

fossil, flesh, and sand.

Patio de los Naranjas

Patio de los Naranjas

  

They say the fruit is bitter,

But the air of Seville sings

Citrus, a chorus that lines

The ancient gardens.

Smooth stones make faces

On the ground, where every

Good boy does fine

Beneath a Spanish sky,

Where he who sings prays twice,

Where solo is an aria of orange.