A Street In Lucena
Sleeves of late sunlight
slide into narrow streets,
between balconies, that
bleed like bursting hearts with
Geraniums, Petunias and Jasmine.
.
Pouring from terracotta pots
luminous splashes of ink:
Crimson, violet and cream,
while the heat languishes, the
coolness of evening arrives.
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And a breeze whispers lightly,
lazily past open doorsteps,
bearing the conversations of
old men and old women -
up to my open window.
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